wouldn’t see you, or maybe everything was so hectic that I really didn’t have the time to be there for you. I don’t know.I brought a bouquet of flowers to cheer you up; you thanked me and told me to bring my ear closer to yours. Your voice was soft. It was almost inaudible, but I heardwhat you told me that day. Then, with the sun passing the horizon, you asked of me onelast favour.
I told myself that I couldn’t. Immediately, I refused and turned away. I tried to notthink of even doing such a thing for you, but the thought of being free tempted me.
Ifulfilled what you wanted,
I was free, I would be unbound by the shackles whichrestrained me to you, I would live my life again.Powerless to face the devil within me on my own, I finally turned my face awayfrom the floor and looked into your eyes. One look at your reassuring face caused mydemons to flee. You were once again full of life, sure of the decision you made. It waswhat you wanted. I smiled weakly and complied with your wish.Sneaking out that night, I carried you in my arms as I took you to our place: thesurreal lake where we shared a myriad of fond memories together. I grasped your bodytighter against mine and I looked up. Heaven was obscured behind a black veil whicheither subtly warned us of our insolence or acted as veneration to our vale of tears.With fresh droplets of melancholy forming in my eyes, I walked over to the water,taking your body with me. Then, you asked me that same question again.
Do you hate me?
I shook my head. I feigned a smile.