my love?

(a short story. fictional, a letter from one of my oc's to her lover. i hope you enjoy it ^W^)

Hello my love, how is your day? Do you busy yourself with the pleasantries of life? does it make you smile, my love, when you hear the birds sing their songs in the warm breeze? Does it make your heart bloom, my love, when you see children play in the streets?
Does it make your thoughts heavy, my love, when we can't be together? Does it make your soul turn sour, my love, when another comes to take my time?
All day I spend waiting, my love, simply to be with you. Imagine my disbelief when that couldn't be anymore.  When i got that call, my love, that you wouldn't come home. When I realised that my open arms would grow sore without cause.
Does it fade your smile, my love, when you see that mine own will never come to pass? Does it hurt your eyes, my love, when all they see is my tears? Does it upset you, my love, knowing  that I will never find joy?
does it scare you.... my love? Knowing i'm ready to die? Does it frighten you.. my..love? seeing such an unforgiving blade in my grasp?
Did it kill you. My love? Seeing the light fade from my eyes?
Did you smile. My love? Knowing i'd be by your side soon?


(basically a suicide letter. i wrote it because i've seen far too many people haunted by the thought that life isn't good enough to keep going through. please. if you see someone who's hurting. talk to them. it might be your last chance to.)