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If the only light in my life was taken away, how dare they keep theirs?
Sometimes, death is better than staying alive. In death, you can feel no pain, no shattering of your heart, and no need to cry every night before sleeping and every morning after waking up. In death, there’s finally peace. No more running, suffering, and having to witness your heart being split open while hopelessly watching.
Living without her is similar to falling back into that weak, aimless, and absolutely pathetic version of myself.
She wants to kill me the next time she sees me? By all means. Anything for my beautiful wife.
“Kirill, stay away, I mean it.” “I won’t. I mean it. You can shoot my other arm and I will walk to you. If you take my legs, I’ll crawl to you.”
“I don’t only love you. I’m nothing without you. I don’t know when it started or when it grew into this fiery explosion, but I know for a fact that you’ve become an undivided part of me. You’re the solace I need every night and the light I look forward to every morning. I might have strived for power and prestige, but it took losing you to realize that my universe revolves around you.”
“I never stopped, idiot. It’s hard to live without you and impossible to forget you, but I had no choice in loving you.”
I’m his. He’s mine. And neither of us has a say in it.
It’s beautiful when the most damaged souls can find solace in one another.
For a long time, I was looking for a purpose, and I thought it was the grandiose things, the prestigious position, and the endless money. Turns out, it was as simple as having a woman who challenges me every step of the way but loves me unconditionally anyway. And a son who looks at me as if I’m his role model.
We met as broken beings, but now we’re putting each other together again. One piece at a time.
I’m hers. She’s fucking mine. Until death do us part.
