“Please,” he pleaded. “Fucking Fates, I can’t lose you. I can’t…I love you. I do. Fates, I do. I fucking love you. How can I not? How can this not be love?” He screamed to the elms, or at least I thought he did. I wasn’t sure if it was him or if it only came from my mind. “I love you, even if I cannot. I’m in love with you.” Then I wasn’t there. I wasn’t anywhere but in death… I love you. Death wasn’t silent. Or peaceful. It sounded full of feral rage. I love you, even if I cannot. Death was a roar of fury and agony, the sound of a soul shattering. Of a heart breaking. I’m in love with you.
FUCKING FINALLY
