As I lay there in his arms, staring up into those deep oceans many knew as his dull eyes, I began to weep. We both did in fact. He held me close to him as we whispered our goodbyes. Mine to him was words of love; his to me was a kiss. It was beautiful, heartbreaking too.
I don't understand why he couldn't just let me go. He held on her for dear life, he couldn't let me go. I begged and pleaded, but he did not hear me. The light called to me, I wanted to go…but he held me back. I had no unfinished business; I finished my business in life. But he begged to differ, and I became his unfinished business.
And there I was, forever stuck with a teenager. There was no way I could go up to where I belong, no way I could go and be with my mother. He had stopped me, he held me back…and I hated him with such a deep passion.
I do not think I shall ever be able to forgive him, never in my entire—I shall never be able to say "life", for I have none. Perhaps if he had let the light take me I'd have been able to have another life, a new life. But, no, he had to be so selfish. He killed me, he killed my soul. I shall never see my mother, or father, or anyone I have loved. And when he dies…I shall still have unfinished business. For he is my unfinished business, and I am his. And forever we shall be locked in the unfinished business of our hearts.
Shall I forgive him then? Yes, I shall, for I really and truly love him.
Do you hear me! I love you. But, alas, he cannot. And for sixty years I shall live in his company. He will speak with me, I will respond, and he will never know.
A shadow on the wall is what I will be. Until the candle burns out I shall forever be there, only noticed for a second or two then gone.
I shall forever be…nothingness.