My wings are broken... My
breathing as jagged as my barely beating heart.
The silver blade wedged
deeper than I thought it could ever reach...
The last things that play
through my dimming brain are images. But not ones I'd ever want to see, for I'd
rather your blade killed me than have to think of them, of their breaths
mingling, their sheets tangling, her screams growing.
My heart speeds up, I gasp
for air. Two pains at once I cannot bear.
But I shock the lot. I get up
and walk. I walk to those new arms and let myself in. There I find peace. There
I find comfort. Your dagger removed. Just the glint of it shining as it slams
into you...
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