"She let the water wash away the dead skin, freezing her sins as it did so, and merely stared at the blood swirling around the drain. If only it were his."

"Her smile wouldn't only disappear, it would break. Her breathing wouldn't only become harder, her lungs would collapse. Her emotions wouldn't only begin to show, they would control her. "

"It was my fault-your illness. I'm only correcting my mistake. My beautiful, beautiful mistake."

"I then tiredly close my eyes, greeted by a now much more comforting darkness than before, and slowly begin falling into a sleep that will hopefully last a lifetime."