|Liam Roberts was once an (author) wrote in repose,|
@ 2020-05-04 08:25:00
|Entry tags:||*narrative, liam roberts|
Up was down and left was right and this was that and life was death.
The lake glimmered in the distance from where he stood in the woods, a spectre barely visible among the trees. He was wary to go near the lake, to flit along the edges where he had taken that ill-fated walk, but the lake still held a pull and he was loathe to let it out of his sight.
It also kept him in sight of that house with the most important person in the world for him.
Looking at it, though, hurt him in a way that made him ache throughout his entire existence. Missed opportunities. Words left unsaid. A happier world that he could have had if he had just-
If he had just-
The spectre flickered and a sound of pain rang through the woods before he flickered and disappeared.