Losing him physically seemed easier to cope with than losing him mentally, I told myself.
I pictured him struggling to escape the grasp of my cold, lifeless hands, digging into his empty heart.
“Join me”, I’d say, as his writhing slowed and his complexion grew white.
“Join me” I’d whisper, as he calmed and grew silent.
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
Losing him physically seemed easier to cope with than losing him mentally, I told myself.
I pictured him struggling to escape the grasp of my cold, lifeless hands, digging into his empty heart.
“Join me”, I’d say, as his writhing slowed and his complexion grew white.
“Join me” I’d whisper, as he calmed and grew silent.
