I was in shock. Almost dead, dying as I stood there before her.
I didn't want to die, didn't want to leave her.
I couldn't help but love death. I always had.
It was mysterious. It was haunting. It was my escape for so long.
And then I met her, and nothing mattered anymore. I didn't need to kill.
Then I felt it.
I felt death,
Fiery heat
Burning,
Charring my flesh from my bones. It was pure agony. I felt my heart catch fire.
I crumbled into a pile of ashes.
My last thought was wondering if she'd made it out alive.
My soul has escaped now.
I can't believe I made it to heaven.
I watch as you grieve, your golden hair creating a curtain around your face as you hold your head in your hands and sob for everything, everyone you've lost.
I want to tell you not to cry. I want to come sit next to you, take you in my arms, and make you feel better. I want it more than I've ever wanted anything.
And I realize… this is hell.