Disability ❇︎ MYG

Despair

I cannot see, cannot hear, cannot speak.

I live off of blood; I live off of human lives.

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He became ancient, sounded ancient and looked ancient.

His voice became raspy and coarse, but still sonorous.

His appearance didn't vibrantly shine anymore.

He willfully spent his last day with me, resting on a mattress beside my tank, frail as ever.

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At last, he left me.

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I still remember that last day clearly. He didn't speak to me, he didn't need to. We just kept each other company in tranquility.

The room was, at last, engulfed in a deeper painful silence.

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I watched him slowly slip away.

I watched the gleam in his eyes slowly darken.

I watched him release his last breath.

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I watched as his chapped lips slowly formed a smile.

That smile drove me into despair.

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He always loved me.

He loved me despite my disabilities.

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Disability? But I was perfect.

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The door suddenly opened, the familiar sound of the aged oak door caught my attention, my dull blue orbs snapped up to a silhouette that dominated the doorway.

"Yoongi?" a hushed call slipped from my trembling lips.

"Well well well, look what we have here." it was a foreign voice.