Author's note: vague references to suicide
The scene was so familiar as I once more placed a rose upon your chest, but I knew this time was different. This time I knew I would never see you again; this time I knew you were never coming back. There was no way to doubt it, no way to deny it, because it was I who killed you. It was I who placed your cursed heart back in your chest.
You were always right, you know. Love is weakness. Me loving you, me wanting your love, is what got you killed. And I am so sorry, mother. If only I hadn't been so weak. If only I could have not loved.. like you. You were so strong mother, and I am so weak. It is because I am weak that everyone I have ever loved has died. I am sick of it. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore. I don't want to hurt anymore. It's time that I am strong.
There is only one more heart to take; after she is gone, I shall soon follow. But mother... I am scared. I know there's no happiness left for me in this life, but what if there is also none in death? All I've ever wanted was my happy ending. This has to be the way. And if it is, everyone I have loved and lost will be with me again. Do you think we can finally be a family, the family we could never be before? I want that so badly. And will you let me be with Daniel now? I think he'll be enough for you too.
It is done, mother. It is time for me to go. I'm not scared anymore. I'm excited. I'm ready. I'm finally coming home.