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2:22am.
That was the exact time you took your last breath.
Your blood dripping from my fingertips, the smell of your Versace cologne wafting in the air and your dull and now lifeless body on our once snow white carpeted floor. I dropped to my knees, my eyes stinging with salty tears as I immediately went to taste your lips for what I refused to believe would be the last time that I would feel you.
I gripped your body as tight as I could. Almost as tight as your hands would find their way around my neck most days, cutting off my air supply ever so often, and having my heart skip a beat in my aching chest.
I put my ear to your heart, hoping I would hear a faint skip like my own, but I found myself met with the flattest of all tones. Wishing it was me instead of you who was lying there, beautiful and still. I was the one who deserved to die. Not even for what I had done- but for all the things I had thought about doing to you one day, if I had the opportunity. And now, there I was.
I hated myself for it. But you had left me no choice.
This was the only choice you had ever given me. In 16 years, 192 months, 5844 days, 140160 hours, and 8415360 minutes- this was the first and only time that I could make a decision about how something was going to go, how something was going to play out. How my life was going to be.
2:22. Somehow, I just knew in that moment, I was in the right place at the right time.
Dedication goes wholeheartedly to any and all domestic violence victims, especially those closest to me. ❥
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