Even my blood, sweat and tears
Even my body, heart and soul
I know that it's all yours
This is a spell that'll punish me
The wind was blowing, swinging my hair while my eyes were focused on the only figure that really matters to me. Down there, between the curious crowd who wanted to see in first hand a man's suicide, was the unique person who I've ever cared about.
His expression was worried and scared, the eyes that I love so much becoming wet because of his tears. For the first time in my whole pointless life, I was afraid. I was being forced to jump over the rooftop of Bartholomew's Hospital, and, unfortunately, I had to force him to watch that scene.
My blood was running fast on my veins.
My sweat was covering all over my face and body.
My tears were cleaning my soul, mind and body.
"It's for your safety, I swear", my lips struggled to whisper what my throat wasn't able to scream. And then, the next step I gave was enough to finish all that suffering.
"They're all yours, doctor", my last breath was speaking, and a smile raised in my face, "My blood, sweat and tears".
