He held onto the cigarette between his fingers as if it was the only thing anchoring him to reality. His breathing was a little too uneven, his hands a little too shaky.
'I'm sorry.' I breathed as a drop of tear, that would eventually be followed by a million others, made its way down to the hollow of my neck.
He turned to look at me, and the way he did it made me wince. Watching him was like looking at a wounded puppy trying to please its master by jumping on its hind legs. I gulped as I looked away.
'No, it's alright.' He said with a little, rough laugh. 'I thought you were my Sun. But I figure even stars burn out someday.'
I pursed my lips as I felt the last shreds of my soul rush to find a haven within him.
'Besides.' He continued in that slow, painful drawl. 'I'm a black hole, ain't I? A full stop. All the light you emit is a waste on me. I'm never gonna return it.'
A couple ticks of the clock. A few blows to my withering heart.
'Go, now.' I heard him say. 'Go before I destroy you, too. Please. You're all that's left of me.'
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Stelliferous
PoesíaWords strung together by a broken heart.... Coming out jumbled by a wary mind.... Do read if you think that Words can either build our worlds Or destroy them. "And when your whole, wide world is lost in the abyss, I'll be that start that guides you...
