Why do they keep saying that death is stopping of blood flow, hearing no rhythm in the chest or feeling no movement in the veins? Today I have all these working fine but I don’t feel alive. I don’t feel like I belong here with any of these mortals that believe that I am living. Its all because of you. Its all because you killed me, that one live thing in me that actually made me feel alive; and the scary part is that you did not even have to touch me to do that. All you did was leave me and this time for good. Its not like you were always around me, it was not like you were there when I needed you most but then even when you went you always came back and that was all that I required to keep going.

To keep hoping that you will eventually be back and that I will tell you about all the days when you were not around and I can take that one pain which I live with alone when you are not here to make me live a bit longer when you go back again. Now you have taken that hope from me when you said, “This is the last time, no more.” You were crying, I could tell. Those big bright eyes that stared at me were blurred with water, your hands by your side trembling. I tried so hard to get past your barrier, to make all like it was before but you never let me. You shoved me aside like a trash can and all I did was stare back at you. The moment you walked out of the door, you killed me.

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