Lifers

by K.C. Blume

Death is a dreamless, smothering warmth. It’s the most protected I’ve felt in years, and it’s all the love I’ve been searching for.

I want to rip her open and carve my name onto her ribs just to live close to her heart forever.

Me to love. Me to protect. Me to obsess over. All I’ve done is simply exist, and that was enough to make her choose me as her next victim.

If she wants to die, I could help her. I could die with her. I could dance with her in the afterlife for all of eternity if only it meant I didn’t have to feel her loss.

If she is death, I am happy to take her hand and walk into the afterlife.