His body was tired. He was exhausted. His legs would go limp, his heart would slow down. His eyes would dry, the last of the moisture and the shine slipping out. His blood turned cold with each step. His hair lost it's touch. He couldn't understand why his body was breaking down. He couldn't understand why nobody around him could notice either. They always said he'd looked better than the day before, but he never really felt better. He was shaking, confused, wondering if he was dying. And that's when it happened. The words that damned him to hell.
"Would you die for me?"
it happened again. He lost his vision and passed out in the public. The last thing he saw, was her standing in the crowd hovering over your body, with a smile on her face. Her eyes were always dull when it came to him. She hated him from beginning to end.
Again, there it was. The same fucking light he'd always saw. The same reception place, the same joyful people who had looked so perfect, like angels, greeting him and asking if he was excited to go to heaven. The same darkness that surrounded him and everything else inside the light. The screams, the cries, the loss of loved ones and animals. The same dead hospital line. It never changed. He woke up, this having become a never ending cycle. It was her fault, all her fault. She manipulated him and hurt him. To the point of no return. It only needed to happen once for it to become a loop. He was immortal now. Nobody ever remembered his death when he went to school the next day. He regretted his life decisions but there was no possible way to stop it.
because, he'd once die for her. But now it's because of her.
