In one brief moment, everything changed.
I fear the last words I had said to you still taste bitter on my tongue.
I know you'll never forgive me and I can never forgive myself but I have torn you from my life in an attempt to forget. To forget you and to forget who I was.
I've thrown away the letters, the notes, and deleted your number.
In clutched fists I crumple my drawings, squeezing them tighter and tighter in rage until they are but small meaningless clumps of paper.
Now there is nothing that tethers me to you, nothing but these memories and tonight I shall drown them in alcohol.
And as every drink disappears every whispering torment in my mind lays to rest so that I too can lay to rest.
Or perhaps it was just me who changed.
Who was I now?