And how I hope to see you on the other side…
If there was one thing in life he couldn't stand, it was mirrors. Anything reflective, anything he could see himself out of, he hated. Seeing his own face brought back memories, thoughts, brought back everything that was him. His life.
It had been one year since it happened. One year since his world shattered into this unrecognizable space of things he once use to love, know. The sounds of metal and the sounds of his cries still echoed in his mind.
One whole year. Seemed like only yesterday he was laughing, joking, happy. But now, now everything was nothing.
This nothing that filled his life was so suffocating, always choking him, leaving him breathless. His breath wasn't being stolen by beauty, wasn't stolen out of awe, it was stolen from all the anguish and pain. His heart was constantly beating its hurtful beat, every beat reminding him he's the one alive, the one able to be.
On this day, he chose not to feel the heart beat, see the reflection that was Theirs.
On this day, he let the sweet trickle down his wrists pull him into the nothingness that was his being, and closer to what he wanted most, needed.
For you are the thing that is missing from me, my life.