this isn't the way i planned my death to be like.
i wanted to die wrinkled and gray.
if anything i wanted to die sleeping, with a smile on my face while i lied in his arms.
not here. not in a cold dark basement.
and well i guess this is brave, noble even, because i'm dying in the place of someone i love.
and even with my hands tied behind my back, tears rolling down my face, a gag between my lips and cuts covering every visible inch of my body....i wasn't scared.
and honestly, that terrified me.
