I look at the wall again; the one with the drawing of me, me and my sufferer. I take note the scratches on the drawing, the ones that I made. Sometimes I wish I...I could just erase our happiness; so I could rid myself of this pain. The one that he left me with, the only sign that our love was real and not a dream; one that turned dark and into a nightmare. I note our happy smiles and holding hands. I wish I could forget that love but, it is too strong to be forgotten. I wish that everything would go back to before, when I was well and independent. Maybe if I could go back, I would change it all. Then reality breaks through and reminds me of that pure love we had, the one that I wouldn't trade for anything. I wish I could just have him back; just once more. I watch the blood drip from my fingers and feel the tears slip down my face then drip from my chin. I look at the blood on the wall where I tried to scratch the happy faces off. I smile at seeing our love being resilient till the very end. I softly laugh bitterly at this and get up. I walk out the cave, staggering, slowly but surely. I know that where I am going is happy; that is all I can say as my heart leads the way. I feel like I am going to see him soon, that I am going to get him back.
~time skip~
I was right. I can see him, feel him but, something's wrong. He's...crying. He just hugs me tighter and says that he loves me. Now I am the one crying, because this is all I wanted, needed. I smile through the tears, because I got him back.