He's gone now. There isn't anything I can do to change that fact.
Oh, but what I wouldn't give to hear his voice again. To see his face or feel his marbled skin, just to make sure he was really there. Just once more.
Anything.
I'd give absolutely anything at all. Yet still, I know it will never happen. He made it clear, we are too different, part of different worlds.
I can't take this hallow feeling. It shreds and burns pieces of my soul, bit by bit, every single second of every day. Gone.
It hurts. I don't want to think about it. I can't. I won't.
So, I jumped.
And as my face met salty waves, and further still to strike the harden surfaces below, I smiled.
I stared at the swarm of air bubbles mingling with diluted red, my life substance. HIS life substance, for he's owned it since that first day. In the end I've done it either way.
I've given it away all for him.