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“Thank you Will.. thank you for everything..” I whispered as Will let out his last breath. I squeezed his cold, lifeless body against mine.
I waited eagerly for the sense of relief that it was finally over, the world could no longer feed on him, to fill me- but to my surprise the only feelings that arrived were anguish and the thoughts that filled my minds with words screaming for him to come back to me.
Cradling his head I begged Will to forgive me. I was wrong, what was I thinking?
“Will.. Will? Will please… I’m so sorry. Forgive me and come back to me, hmm? Please.” I knew my words meant nothing to a corpse, but it was as if my lips moved on their own, spilling out my inner thoughts and regrets. What was I to do? Nothing could have prepared me for this. I killed the man I loved out of mercy, or so I thought.
Was it selfish of me to blame him for this? No, what am I thinking. I am the only one to blame for this.
Starting anew, that’s what he wanted.. we wanted. We would be reborn, and live only for each other.. that’s what I wanted, he wanted, we wanted. But now there is nothing. He is gone, I ended his life, I took the the minutes, hours, days, years, that he had and would spend in this life time, and I broke that clock. I stopped it forever. I thought of it as a mercy, and now he has cursed me with this unbearable emptiness.
“Oh, Will..” I sobbed, I was sobbing, tears left my eyes and dripped onto Will’s sleeping face.. “Forgive me my love.. you should have killed me first- I deserve worse then a knife to the heart for this..” Pain and agony were the only emotions that remained in me.
“It hurts- it’s so painful, it’s unbearable, Will.” Life no longer meant a thing. When I took Will Graham’s life, his meaning, mine went along with him.
I laid Will down, making sure he looked comfortable.. I lay beside him, tenderly placing his cold hand in mine. “Will.. I hope that one day we will meet again…” Raising the same knife I used to kill my lover, I slit my own throat.
As my consciousness faded, and my life force slowly left me, my life does not flash before my eyes, as one says it does. Instead I lay there longing and hoping that one day we will meet again, talk again, touch again… love again. So I lay there, hoping on another life.