When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight.
Bliss.
The emptiness that comes with death...is the exact opposite of what I'm currently experiencing.
Just blissful unawareness; no more worries dragging me down, no longer having reason to worry anyway.
Do we all eventually end up here?
Just a little insight will make this right.
What if all endings were just new beginnings? If all wrong turns eventually lead you to the right place, not entirely correct, but at least correctable. All sinners were accounted for, saints now their equals. Everyone is the same; there is no anger, or hate, all negative emotions are dealt with in positive ways.
If, in death, every question was answered, everything was given a sense...why am I so confused?
It's too late to fight.
Why am I in so much pain?
Where's my bliss, my final moment of peace?
Why is my body still in conflict with my mind?
I thought I had passed this, why is my death still so horrifying?
A cough shakes me from my thoughts. But that would be impossible. In death, a body is no use. Why is my death accompanied by one? Where is the logic?
I need to scream.
I have to.
This isn't right, I feel as if I'm being forcefully held down, trapped in a cage that should've been left behind.
It seems that even in death, I'm still unable to receive the luxuries that I crave.
It ends tonight.
Another cough, harder this time; it causes knives to shoot through my body, bringing pain to the smallest fibres.
And there - amidst the pain - I feel it: the comforting pressure on my hand, it hasn't left. It tightens again now and once again, I fight the ache in my head as I fight to open my eyes.
There it is now - the figure that looks like The Angel; staring, hoping. Its beautiful face is riddled with tear stains and a puffiness that accompanies fatigue. Its eyes light up then, bringing the nostalgic feelings of when we were in love. If this was real, then I thank whatever God is out there for letting me see that smile again.
As the rest of the world comes into focus, I hear the words that I'd never thought I'd ever have the chance to hear again:
"I'll always be here."
That single promise would last me forever.
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Chronicles of Desire
Short StoryTo be loved, what more could you ask for? All song credits go to their original owners, the plot belongs to me. It'd be greatly appreciated if you didn't plagiarize this. Ps. It's a love story.
