My beautiful, beautiful demise, live long and well. “Coward,” she murmured, tears clinging to her eyes. “You coward.” Ink started appearing on the letter, new words forming. I am. “Come here,” she whispered. Not if I am to ever let you go. She shook her head. “Then don’t.” I love you. Her knees gave to the ground, her body merely a pile of bones surrendered to the grave she’d opened in her own chest.
