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-A Reason- by HennaLucas -A Reason- by HennaLucas
Shiloh didn’t press further, almost ashamed as he stood beside her, and they surrendered to silence for a while. Then again, it wasn’t proper silence, was it? There was the anticipated murmuring of the waves like an audience between scenes, waiting with piqued curiosity for what comes next. There were the heavy, clumsy clouds like curtains, drawn halfway over the spotlight moon. The actors perched on their lighthouse stage, their breathing drawn and catching as they improvised, as they scrambled for the words that weren’t there, words that had not been written quite yet.
And then, the girl found them:
“What’s it like?”
He glanced over at her, almost surprised at the sudden sound. “Hm?”
“What is it like to die?” she asked slowly.
“I don’t know,” he replied. “You just stop breathing, you can’t think. You start getting cold and everything moves in slow motion. It's like you're drowning, and everyone can see you. They can see you and they're breathing while you're suffocating.”
“I want to die, sometimes,” she said.
This took him short, and his throat tightened. “Why?”
“Do you always need a reason?”
“I don’t know.”
She turned the little silver ring round and round on her finger, her large eyes cradling the moon between them. “Shiloh?”
“What would you do if I climbed up on that railing and jumped?”
Almost instinctively, he reached over and grasped her wrist—it was a rougher gesture than he intended, but he felt it was necessary. “Emmy,” he said.
“What would you do? Would you go after me?”
“I wouldn’t want you to.”
“Well I would. Now you better stop talking about shit like that. You’re not jumping off anything.”
She didn’t respond, nor did she try to reclaim her hand to the pocket of her jumper. She just let him clutch her wrist, since he seemed to have forgotten he was still holding it in the first place. Of course, it was a useless thing on his part: it would take far more than a tight hold on a wrist to keep alive a girl who would rather be dead. But it seemed enough for now.

—The Moon in the Door
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Karly-Berri142 Featured By Owner Dec 18, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Your writing and your drawings give me so much feelings D: aaaaaah you write sadness/grief/love so well it makes me want to jump into your story and hug everyone! :clap:
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Copril Featured By Owner Oct 25, 2012  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
this is beautiful!
Living-Magikally Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
EvelynTaliette Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2012  Student Writer
That was an absolutely amazing little story. As I've heard quite a bit on the subject of suicide recently, it's nice to find a sad little story about someone whose less decided and more wondering on the subject.
HennaLucas Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2012  Student Writer
Thank you! It's from my own WIP novel.
EvelynTaliette Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2012  Student Writer
You're welcome! Sounds interesting, I may take a peek at it sometime
PurpleSketcher92 Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
This new character of yours, Shiloh, is a very interesting one. Although he is first described as a bit of a selfish person, he gradually grows up. And this is what I find fascinating in your stories. Your characters grow up and become more complex and that is very interesting :)
HennaLucas Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2012  Student Writer
aw, thank you so much!
PurpleSketcher92 Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2012  Student Traditional Artist
You're welcome! :)
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