Chronicles of Desire

Fall For You.

So breathe in, so deep.

I'm falling now, sinking. They've all left, given up all hopes to find me, to save me, to stop me. I'm the only one that can save me now. But... Why would I want to save something that isn't even worth fighting for? I've loved and I've lost. Now I'm done.
My chest hurts when I breathe... It's getting harder to stay awake.

Breathe me in, I'm yours to keep.

I find myself thinking about The Angel again. I wonder where it is, now that I'm going. Does it still remember me?
I hear something in the distance, echoing in the recesses of my mind. I can't help but laugh at the sudden thought that it sounds like The Angel. How utterly preposterous. The Angel is long gone.
The shadow that falls across my eyelids triggers another ache to shoot through my skull.
It's getting colder.
I feel a presence near me, it's speaking to me. I wish I could tell it to leave, that there's no reason for it to be wasting its time, that even I am unable to stop it now. The pain that I feel as I lift my heavy lids is indescribable. Shadows and blurred edges are all that I can see of the form leaning over me. A pressure on my hand, grasping. A panicked whisper reaches my ears:
"Stay awake."

Hold onto your words, because talk is cheap.

Now I'm sure that I'm hallucinating. There's no way that I just heard the melody that was The Angel's voice. The form moves to cup my face, noticing my eyes open. An inner voice screams at me to let go, that I'm just postponing the inevitable - but I can't help but feel that The Angel is here for a reason.
I struggle to form words as I push the mutterings of a question through stiff lips, asking why The Angel is here.
The grip on my hand intensifies, seemingly coaxed by my words as a cough racks through my body. I hear The Angel's whispers again then:
"I never left."
Never? I distinctly remember The Angel's leave... Something of that calibre could never be fabricated by my mind. My Angel is gone and this is a nightmare that I'm forced to endure until all the life drains from my body.
I turn my head away from the figure - wishing, hoping that The Angel was happy.
"I'd never be happy without you."
I wish my mind would shut off I'm not prepared for this false hope of actually having The Angel with me.

Remember me tonight, when you're asleep.

There's another sound now, more voices. My head is moved. Now, my entire body is. But the grip on my hand never falters. It's warm, almost comforting.
A sudden pain rushes through my chest. Is this the end? Am I finally leaving for good?
My gaze finds the faux Angel again. I couldn't stop the words that stumbled from my lips before darkness overcame me for the last time:
"I love you."