My hands are trembling, I’m forced against a cool, brick wall as you hold a shimmering knife to my neck. You slowly allow it to graze my neck. This always my favorite white shirt. At this point, however,it doesn’t really matter to me of what happens to my clothes or hair, including me. I wasn’t expecting it, but you plunge that knife straight into my abdomen, and as you penetrate my skin, breaking the barrier between life and death, only 3 simple sentences repeat in my head: It’s okay. It’s alright.
I forgive you.Todos los derechos reservados