Short stories/passages/poetry

Submersion Into Nothingness

As I'm lying into this nothingness I remember what you told me. I'm remembering you, I'm remembering us. You said we were the best, the prime example of how people should be as a couple. How our faces met. They were so close I could feel your breath brushing up against my cheeks. Our noses were rubbing against each other's. It felt like I was in a state of trance. Too weak to talk or kiss. I could hear our breaths getting louder; almost like a soft moan. All my soul wanted at that time was just you. As I turned my face towards my left, your lips met my cheek and you did not kiss it nor when I turned my face back again and our lips met. I wanted to stay like this forever. I always wondered what being on drugs would feel like and at that moment I realized that was it. But what I did not realize was just like drugs, you were hazardous, hazardous to my being. 

I cannot feel my body my hands my legs or my hair being down here. But I should, shouldn't I? It's like gravity does not exist here. Nothing does, not even me. I feel like an echo here—an echo of pain and sorrow. Everybody is too far to listen and everything is too dark to be seen. I never felt anything like this before. I thought the hardest part is over and I'd be at rest, guess the misery for me does not stop. Not even after my death.