Don't let go of life, Let go of love, Let go of all we have...
He felt his heart pounding painfully and he thought his chest would explode.
He saw how blood pumped out, and he smiled weakly to himself. His beloved's laughter rang in his ears.
So don't let go of trust, Let go of lust, Let go of all we share, all we share...
He let his gaze fall onto the mirror. His brown and curly hair was fat and messy. The bags under his bloodshot blue eyes began to shift into blue-purple. His lips were blood red while his skin had become more and more pale. The lips smiled no longer. His mouth felt very dry, but the taste of blood was powerful nonetheless. He glanced back down at his wrists. He had managed to hit something this time. He knew, and the blood that would not stop running was proof. He began to feel dizzy, but ignored it. It didn't matter anymore. Nothing did. With trembling fingers, he managed to get his mobile phone from his pocket. It would have been foolish to cut both his wrists, the blood ran down his fingers and landed on the little screen. He muttered a few swear words while he tried to get to his contact book. It took a while, but eventually he found what he was looking for. Tom. He pressed the call button and stared at the small picture in front of him. Everything about him was perfect. His short blond hair and his chocolate brown eyes that radiated evenly something that you could never put your finger on. His dimple that always made him melt, together with his beautiful smile. Yes. The pain in his chest was now much worse than his wrists, and he hastened to put the phone to his ear.
This world is a cruel place, and we're here only to lose, so before life tears us apart, let death bless me with you ...
Tom's voice was weary. Probably he had woken him up.
"Yes?" He bit his lip, and felt the room was moving around him.
"Hello"
"Danny? It's four am..." Tom mumbled. Danny smiled and nodded tormented. Though Tom knew none of it all. "What is it?"
"I'll die now." He knew how pathetic it sounded, but he didn't the strength to articulate the truth to make it sound good.
"What do you mean?"
"I'll die now, Tom. You know when you go to heaven and all that.." Danny replied, biting on his dry lip, which gave up under his too sharp teeth. He could feel the blood creating a minimal river down his chin.
"What...what the fuck Danny! Stop it!"
"I love you." It took a while before he got an answer, he had almost given up. After all, he felt so incredibly weak.
"Where are you?"
"Home. But don't."
"Why not?" Tom started to sound worried and desperate. He could not help but smile.
"It will be alright"
"Danny ..."
"No.
"Please." Tom never received a response. Danny's body met the floor, and his head was crushed against the edge of the bath. Never again would Tom see him smile. Never again would he be able to tell that he loved him back. Would always be too late.