"Nothing in this world is worth suffering for.
Or so I thought."
The small girl sat upright in her bed, drenched in a cold sweat. She sighed angrily, wiping her face off and removing the blankets from over her legs. The moon shone brightly through her room window, illuminating her cat's beautiful black fur and green eyes. She moved quietly from her room to her shower, turning the water on and looking into her mirror. Her face was waxy pale, her dual coloured eyes looking dull and lifeless in her reflection. Her teal bangs now hung in a frenzy around her temples and cheeks, but, she did not care. Ever since he had left her all on her own, she had not been the same; she hardly spoke. She would have terrible nightmares. She felt so alone, and no amount of anything ever filled the hole he left behind; the hole in her heart. She shook her head stepped into the shower, the cold water sending a chill through her body. She no longer took warm showers. She missed the cold of his skin, and bathing was as close as it came for her. She washed her hair out, letting the suds run down her ever thinning body. She had promised she would take care of herself; she lied. Her ribs and hips protruded from skin sickeningly, made her unattractive to many. But she didn't care. She was attractive to him¸ and he is who mattered. She finished washing herself up and stepped out, taking another glance into the mirror. A wet bat is what she looked like. Matted, frenzied hair, and too small and frail. She walked back into her room and quickly got dressed in his tunic. It fit her so much better with all of the weight she lost. His coattails lie on the floor behind her, their grace and elegance all but evaporated. She cast her eyes outside again. His headstone was silhouetted in the dead of night. With a soft, inward sigh, she opened the window and jumped out, landing only a few feet from the grave. She knelt to it, her eyes watering madly as she began to sob. Her fingers dug into the dirt as he tears fell onto the sod. Her body was wracked with pathetic shivers she could not control.
"I'm so sorry that I let you go…" She sniffled, looking up to the blank gravestone. " I loved you.. You were my world, and you were my heart…"
She swallowed thickly and looked to her hand before inhaling a deep, shuddery breath. Her hand plunged into her chest, gripped the organ that kept her pathetic life moving and viciously ripped it free of its place. She coughed, blood slowly oozing from the corners of her mouth. She gave a light, genuine smile before setting the slowly beating organ down on the dirt. " I gave you…what you've always…wanted…" She murmured. Her body fell forward, finally still. He eyes were forever kept open and her smile never faded.
"Yes, there are things worth suffering for.
And only in death, does the suffering stop."