Pain, loss and misery. An endless row of emotions run through my brain, while I am standing over your body. Looking down at you. No words can describe how I feel.
My world broke, when I thought I lost you.
I sacrificed everything for you, went through fire and ice just with a tiny hope of seeing your eyes open again.
And I ended up destroyed and dirty by your side, but it did not matter, because in the last second you opened your eyes and the world erupted in colors. Your eyes shined brighter than all heavens stars in that moment, when I knew we could live happily ever after. The end.
But things like that are just too good to be true.
I was so happy, just to discover you had betrayed us all along. That I had saved a murderer.
I ran, you died. Now I'm looking down at you and try to understand that it was all for nothing. The man I loved, the man I sacrificed everything for, did not exist.
Did you love me? I know you did. But had I loved you if I knew? Probably not, I would have left you heartbroken.
Maybe it had been better if you had died then. Died as a hero, not as a traitor. My true love now only exists in my memory. I am broken now. You broke me. Broke my dreams, broke my hopes, broke my life.
