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Last Moments
It's hard for me to explain it, even when I know that nobody can see. It's not some angst ridden story of horror and hatred- it's a story about love, and how easily I was overcome by it- to my detriment, and to my eternal regret.
A whole lifetime passes in a blur and I find myself here. Here and now, in what I suspect are my final moments on this earth. I won't lie, I'm absolutely terrified. I know that he can see it in my face- but he can't see it in my head, I've made sure of that.
There's no way for him to know, and yet he seems to have some inkling, some idea, some thought that allows him to guess- correctly- what's been happening behind his back. All I can think to do is beg, but I know that's getting me nowhere. It's like an out of body experience, something vague and forgotten, blurred lines and hurt, no matter how hard I try to think otherwise.
It's almost over now, I know. I see that... monster coming toward me. I wish I could have changed it all. Wish I could have gone back, and just told her I loved her. Maybe I wouldn't have taken such a sour path and made so many mistakes. You have no idea what it's like to regret almost 40 years of a life half lived. I hated it, every last second.
So why am I scared to leave it now, when it doesn't matter anymore?
I thought I would go peacefully, quietly, alone and forgotten. I can feel something warm on my neck and face. I'm not sure why he's walking away. Am I to be left here to die like this? Coward! Come back and finish what you started!!! Come back and-
Someone else. I jolt. Wait. Don't die yet, not now, wait. I can still pass it on. Come here.
Come here! I can still do my work! Take it, just take it! Take it and leave!!! Leave me to die alone! I don't want to see your face here!
Or do I? Not your face- but hers. Not your eyes... Her eyes.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Look..