Pale skin, red blood.

My heart was calm, my mind was content.

The pain was immense-

It hurt, it hurt so badly-

But in comparison to what you've put me through it was a welcomed relief.

I dropped the blade on the floor next to me.

My skin was cold, just like your heart.

As my physical senses slowly drained, the anger I'd been holding back all these months erupted in an unstoppable torrent.

I cursed you.

I do curse you, with every fiber of my being, I wish you Hell.

Weakness took over me and I slumped against the wall, but I didn't mind.

Because damn you, you selfish and ignorant Godsend. You disgusting, filthy, beautiful thing. I loathe you, yet I love you unceasingly.

By then my vision was mostly blurred and the pain mostly numbed.

I could feel how near I was drawing to the nothingness that awaited a soul like mine.

Will you come for me...?

Irrationally, I felt a wave of erratic fear overtake me—I don't want to be alone, I don't want to lose you! Where will I go? Please, God...

My final thoughts were elusive and dull, hardly there.

Then, nothing.