Thinking that going into that tavern that night, oh so many months ago, was the worst decision of my. I lay there thinking that if had I just waited to go home and eat; he would be here. That night, destroyed the rest of my life. And his, too. He isn't even here, holding me in his strong, protective arms, and whispered that loved me, over and over, again. Then, it would be perfect.

I can't move on though. I'm cursed; literally. I would have to be this monster, this never - dying monster that could only bring pain and misery. This is not what I want. I didn't deserve this. I've done the best that I could.

Thunk Thunk Thunk

Someone was knocking on my door again. Don't they get it? I'm gone! I am no longer a part of this world! Coming near me would be death!