/lit/ - Literature

The sky roars and I wake up. I open my eyes and blink three times. One, two,three; the clouds start to cry. Boop, the first tear, boop boop the two next and then they make a melody on the roof. I go back to sleep and dream of her. We are exiting the valley of knowledge and she's holding her best friend's hand. An expression of hate on her face and she looks at me; my life-long lover hugs me and she forgets. "But you don't love, right?" I listen. I've been asked that question all my life. The sky breaks and my lover cries her hardships over me. "You've always loved her more than me" "I've been beside you all my life". I follow her and my glasses get foggy; a little lady takes them. "But you don't love her, right?". She asks me to be together with her, but youth starts to change. Attend the call to arms and learn to sleep with someone else. I don't see her anymore and wake up. Your favourite musical instrument was the roof. I can't hear your music anymore, I've lost it. "But you love her, right?". Not really, I love you, you've been beside me all my life. "What a big bastard you are". I get up, the world turns and I pick up the pieces. Pieces of what? I can't see them under your weeping. "You've always loved her more" and the horizon turns red, metallic debris shapes it. The sky roars again and I listen: "Don't you dare touch her, you filthy dog."