Her POV:
My first mistake, was trying to live a normal life. The second one, was believing that nothing is impossible. I was tired, but this never held me back in engaging in all things bad for me and my fragile heart. Those needles, didnt hurt anymore and the streams of blood was nothing but a drop of rain. The mere thought of normality, proved unattainable. One day, without the taste of the bitterness of the meds I was on, seemed quite harmless. That was my third mistake, realizing it only when my legs failed me and I was now on the ground, with the nostalgic red streams of liquid surrounding me once more.
Death.
Nothing more but a long awaited moment.
Suffering, put to a sudden end.
The thing was, I wasn't dead and neither on the cold pavement, but rather on a cushion with the familiar sensation of being connected to multiple strings and the never-ending pain gotten from the luxury of being alive.
All nostalgic and familiar.
Surprisingly, being alive wasn't what shocked me; but the motionless human beside me, was what had me more confused.
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That Day, Even an Angel Cried
RomanceLiving a life with his day numbered, Mason patiently awaited his death. With death now being a constant part of his life, he had no reason to live. Ember came into his life and gave his a reason to go on. His life now had meaning, a purpose which sh...
