Volleyball10
2011-09-29 20:02:10 UTC
“It’s ok.” He repeated over and over again, his long muscular arms wrapped around me, as tears streaked my cheeks.
With each tear it became harder for me to keep my eyes open. With each tear I could feel a sense of hope rising in me. Maybe tonight will be the night I get to sleep dreamlessly.
Maybe tonight I will sleep without the cold dead face of my brother, light grey eyes wide yet unseeing as he lay on the ground.
With each passing moment I could feel my eyes closing, my body aching from my constant crying. Each breath I took was ragged, hindered by the sobs shaking my body. The only thought going through my head was: Nothing will ever be the same again.
Does that sound ok?