Indeed. I wasn't worried about losing my work, cause I've got a copy saved on my pc and one posted on fictionpress. I just got incredibly pissed off at the fact that it happened nonetheless. But yes, Ive had a shower and calmed now, so here's another copy (not gonna bother with the italics this time
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Can’t you see that I wanna be
there with open arms
It’s empty tonight and I’m all alone
Get me through this one
Julian’s eyes slowly inched open, his head flooded painfully by the faint flickering light of the slender crimson candle atop his bedside table, nearly an inch shorter and sitting in a significantly larger pool of wax than before he had drifted unintentionally into a torturous sleep.
Do you notice I’m gone?
Where do you run to so far away?
Straightening his slumped posture in the stiff wooden chair he rubbed the sleep from his eyes, attempting to refocus his weary eyes to the soft flickering light, erratic shadows twisting about the room as the full moon blazed through the second storey window.
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
Snatching his simple black pen from where it had fallen onto the dusty wooden table, Julian explored the dark room with his tear-filled eyes – for two days the double bed had lied unmade, the clock hand frozen in time to the minute he had awoken that tragic night.
I’m writing again
These letters to you aren’t much I know
But I’m not sleeping and you’re not there
The thought stops my heart
Wiping his eyes free of the burning tears Julian pressed his pen back to the blank white page before him, tainting it with a large spot of black ink as his pale hand shook uncontrollably – pounding heavily within his chest, his broken heart screamed for the pain to end.
Do you notice I’m gone?
Where do you run to so far away?
Staring with at the page with pink-tinged eyes he prayed for the right words to come to his mind; praying that he could somehow describe the joy and purpose that she had given him for the last nineteen years.
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
Screaming at the top of his lungs with helpless anger, Julian’s mouth was filled with the metallic taste of blood and his throat shredded agonisingly. Slamming his fist on the page his pen exploded into hundreds of sharp clear plastic shards, ink pooling across the paper, seeping through to the table below.
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
Clawing manically at the soggy paper his bruised hands were stained black with ink, well-defined fingerprints left on the dull brass handle of the top drawer as he tore it violently open – gazing into the drawer her warm blue eyes gazed lovingly back.
No more looking
I’ve found home
As the tears streamed down Julian’s flawless soft skin he ever-so cautiously lifted the photograph from the drawer – his gaze softened momentarily as he looked once more upon the beautiful face of the girl that had filled his life with joy.
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
“Come back to me…” he pleaded weakly to the face in the photograph, caressing it gently with his hand – where his fingers had stroked thick black ink smeared across the image. She was truly gone.
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so
I want you to know that I miss you
I miss you so