My Dear Son
I only have one wish left in my life, My dim, grim, and glum life. To see the son I lost at the end of it all, Will be the only thing to lift my soul.
As a Catholic, I’ve always heard of stories about guardian angels looking over you, protecting you from the evils of this world. But I feel like I have a guardian demon. Although I do not know what it is. Demon, ghost, or shadow figure; either way, I have some paranormal thing that has watched me.
I’ve recently came out of an 8-month relationship, my first, and (hopefully) the worst I will ever have. I’ve seen many stories on YouTube where people vent about their past abusive relationships, and after some time, they discovered how terrible their ex was. I discovered that after about a week on going on a “break.”
Dante woke up that morning with such excitement. It was July 4th, and he was going down to his girlfriend’s lake house for the next two days. He got himself out of bed and walked over to the other side of his bedroom where his phone charged for the night. He took his phone off the charger and looked at his notifications.