Breathless ( Collecting series)

You could say that I'm involved with death.

I've watched it.
I've conspired with it.
I've done it.

killing I mean.

Each time I don't really react. It doesn't settle that they are gone, that they're lips will.never whisper,.or that their heart will never beat. Blood will never flow through their vain veins.

I ignore the cold ache in my chest and go on.

Maybe killing.

Maybe Living.

Maybe just surviving.

Death isn't Death, but really just another place for you to sit and lay, cold and mute.

Sometimes I'd rather do that than continue living the life of a Collector.

People like her were the very reason that death was wrapped around my soul, bleeding into my lungs and leaving me breathless.

She left me Breathless, collecting nothing but ache.