Silent

I no longer have pain, not for days. The bruises were gone and the scratches had scabbed over. When they heal, it will be like all traces of my time with Eric will be erased. I wrapped my arms around my stomach and squeezed until the thought passed. If a month ago you told me that, I would be so upset because of my flawless skin, I would call you an idiot and hit you hard. But here I am: a girl with no trace, and no reason to keep moving forward.

“It's not like that, Pet. You have all sorts of reasons,” Eric's ghost whispers in my ear. I don't know if his voice in my head makes me crazy, but whatever it is, I don't care. It's what's left of me after the scratches heal. I cannot give up on you. Plus, I also knew that voice wasn't real, no matter how much I wished for it.

At night, I like to listen to his voice in my mind, when the hospital is quieter and I can focus on making him as real as possible. I opened my legs and indulged myself with the memory of his mouth licking my nipples