The glass looked so deceptively innocent. Just an ordinary drinking glass, the kind you might find water or juice in. When I had pictured this moment, I had imagined drinking from a crystal goblet with inlaid patterns, the kind of chalice that you would expect a potion to be found in.
The liquid in the glass however, was unlike anything I'd ever seen. It was a murky white, patterns swirling the water. It was odorless, so when I brought the glass to my lips, I smelled nothing.
I brought it back down again. "And this will really make it all go away?" I asked. "There will be no more pain in your life". I touched my lips to the cold rim, breathed in, and thought I love you. I am so sorry that we can't be together. But you'll be fine without me. I drank. The liquid tasted like nothing but cold. I could have been drinking water for all I knew. I waited for something to happen. Nothing.
And then I felt icy cold tentacles grip my heart, squeezing it. I gasped, clutching my chest. The glass fell from my hand and shattered. The cold spread out from chest to my lungs and I stopped breathing.
I was clawing at my heart, freezing from the inside out and dying for warmth. I tried to scream but all that came out was an almost silent exhalation of breath. I fell to the ground, the glass shards cutting my skin, though I paid not one thought to that seemingly insignificant pain.
I'd like to say my last thoughts were of him, of us, wishes that he would be happy, that everyone would be fine without me. But they weren't. My last thoughts were, please, please make it stop, I can't take it.
I can't take the cold.