The Cynical Fight for Happiness

Part III.

I screamed. I screamed till my head bled red and I knew I would only find it in myself to avert your eyes. I nearly tipped at the thought of forgetting you, but I screamed again, swaying to my side now and slurring an entire paragraph of all the things I needed you to understand. I could neither locate nor imagine the cathedral now. The dome caved in and dust got in my eyes as I watched it fall. I didn't blink. I couldn't. I barely stood upright on my tired feet, lost my screams, looked up, and let the dust settle in my eyes as pieces of the roof hit the ground. By then, you were nowhere to be found.