#munwritesthings

A deep breath.

He could feel it through his whole body.

Was he really that weak?

Slowly he rose a hand and in it he stared at the sand. Of course he was weak. Of course. It was there in his hand the proof of why. His blue hand slowly let the sand fall to the ground.

Was it just him or was it suddenly extremely quiet and slow around him? He didn’t bother to look up, even though he swore he heard the faint voices of those he knew in the distance. It felt like they were trying to talk to him from miles away, but that couldn’t be, right? Especially since something was just thrown at him. What was it?

With blurred vision he looked down and tried to reach out towards where he thought he felt the object land.

Was he already loosing that much ‘blood’? To think his vision was already being impaired and his brain so numb.

“My .. phone?” He questioned softly as he felt it in his hand. Right, he didn’t have it on him anymore. He lost it a few days before. He had forgotten all about it. That solved where it was.

Phone! He needed to contact him. He couldn’t, he couldn’t die without saying goodbye.

He had to say goodbye

He had to.

Doing his best to hurry, encase he wasn’t going to have enough time, he flipped open the phone and started to type in the number. Hitting send he waited.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

You have reached the number of--

He hung up. Of course he wasn’t going to answer. He never did, did he? He was always too busy, at least that’s what he said. He probably was just staring at his phone being grumpy, not wanting to answer too fast to see needy, and not wanting to answer to slow to seem like he hurried to answer or something. So he didn’t at all. It’d probably take a few calls before he’d be able to get him to answer.

The phone almost fell from his hand. There wasn’t time for that. Doing his best he tried to type out a message, barely able to hit send before the phone fell from his hand completely.

Collapsing next to it, his bright blue body was loosing color. It was fading to white. Breaking apart into sand that started to fall against the ground with his phone.

He could hear someone yelling, was his friend mourning over his mistake? He swore he could hear the sound of some destruction. Maybe he was attacking the other man who he swore he remembered was there.

The last of his body fell into sand, it already blowing away in the wind.

It was quiet but for not very long as the cellphone broke the silence. It vibrating a bit in the sand that remained, making it almost ‘swim’ over to a small badly made stuffed creature of the man who once stood in that spot. The music playing loudly as the cellphone demanded an answer.

Silence.

The music played again.

Then the sound of waves splashing, the sounds of multiple received texts that would never be read.

Only one text would remain.