Hey bros, this is a story I wrote. A very very very short story, haha. I let some of my darker thoughts come into play with this one, I hope you bros enjoy. 
He sits in the darkest corners of his room,
He just thinks about the times she used to love him,
How much time has gone by?
He doesn't know.
He doesn't care.
Time is an abyssal nothingness in his mind.
He doesn't know how long he's been without her.
He doesn't care how long he's been staring at her picture.
He just knows how much he misses her.
Sometimes, when he sits in his corner, and closes his eyes...
He thinks hard, really hard. Almost in a meditative state.
He envisions her, standing in a green field,
A cool breeze blowing her perfect hair away from her face,
Her eyes reflecting the sunlight as far as the eye can see.
He leans in for a kiss.
That's the worst part.
Every time he leans in for a kiss, his meditative state dissipates.
It's lost in the void of nothingness,
That nothingness is something those none-heartbroken call "The Past"
But he lives in it.
He weeps in it,
He sleeps, eats and breathes this nothingness.
Because that's where she is.
But every time he tries to travel back...
He leans in for the kiss...
And it's gone.
Back in the same dark corner.
He wants to write her a letter,
But he's not sure how to send it to her.
This confuses him.
He writes 5 letters,
10,
15,
50,
100.
Hundreds of letters sit around him in the dark corner.
He tries holding them as he closes his eyes.
But when he enters his realm of nothingness,
The page is blank,
The paper doesn't reveal even the slightest stain of his black ink pen.
Very shortly after, he realizes... his journeys to this nothingness become shorter and shorter.
This frustrates him,
Infuriates him.
He doesn't know what to do...
He wants to live with her forever, but how?...
His mom walks into the room,
To her surprise he wasn't in there, but she saw a note on the table.
"Dear, Mom.
Don't miss me too much, I'll see you here one day too.
I just couldn't live without her anymore. But I'm here now, and this is were me and her can live
happily together forever!
Love, him"
Shes startled, worried, and very confused,
She checks his dresser to see if he's ran away, taken any clothes.
His pants and shirts are still folded just as neatly as the day before.
His shoes are still at the foot of his bed.
She goes and checks the closet.
She can't bare the sight...
A knocked over stool, and a rope hanging from the ceiling,
The rope clenches around his neck,
His pale skin, now even more pale,
White as bone.
His once bright blue eyes now were grey, and gloomy.
He still held a piece of a paper in his hand...
His Mom, attempting to recollect herself,
Snatches the paper out of his hand and reads it...
"Dear her,
Will you marry me?
Love, him"
He sits in the darkest corners of his room,
He just thinks about the times she used to love him,
How much time has gone by?
He doesn't know.
He doesn't care.
Time is an abyssal nothingness in his mind.
He doesn't know how long he's been without her.
He doesn't care how long he's been staring at her picture.
He just knows how much he misses her.
Sometimes, when he sits in his corner, and closes his eyes...
He thinks hard, really hard. Almost in a meditative state.
He envisions her, standing in a green field,
A cool breeze blowing her perfect hair away from her face,
Her eyes reflecting the sunlight as far as the eye can see.
He leans in for a kiss.
That's the worst part.
Every time he leans in for a kiss, his meditative state dissipates.
It's lost in the void of nothingness,
That nothingness is something those none-heartbroken call "The Past"
But he lives in it.
He weeps in it,
He sleeps, eats and breathes this nothingness.
Because that's where she is.
But every time he tries to travel back...
He leans in for the kiss...
And it's gone.
Back in the same dark corner.
He wants to write her a letter,
But he's not sure how to send it to her.
This confuses him.
He writes 5 letters,
10,
15,
50,
100.
Hundreds of letters sit around him in the dark corner.
He tries holding them as he closes his eyes.
But when he enters his realm of nothingness,
The page is blank,
The paper doesn't reveal even the slightest stain of his black ink pen.
Very shortly after, he realizes... his journeys to this nothingness become shorter and shorter.
This frustrates him,
Infuriates him.
He doesn't know what to do...
He wants to live with her forever, but how?...
His mom walks into the room,
To her surprise he wasn't in there, but she saw a note on the table.
"Dear, Mom.
Don't miss me too much, I'll see you here one day too.
I just couldn't live without her anymore. But I'm here now, and this is were me and her can live
happily together forever!
Love, him"
Shes startled, worried, and very confused,
She checks his dresser to see if he's ran away, taken any clothes.
His pants and shirts are still folded just as neatly as the day before.
His shoes are still at the foot of his bed.
She goes and checks the closet.
She can't bare the sight...
A knocked over stool, and a rope hanging from the ceiling,
The rope clenches around his neck,
His pale skin, now even more pale,
White as bone.
His once bright blue eyes now were grey, and gloomy.
He still held a piece of a paper in his hand...
His Mom, attempting to recollect herself,
Snatches the paper out of his hand and reads it...
"Dear her,
Will you marry me?
Love, him"
Bacon