It’s fine. It can finally end.
But when I think about Visha’s reaction if I were to die now, I can’t bring myself to bleed out here, inourhome. He doesn’t deserve his memories to be spoiled by my rotten blood.
I force my body up as the liquid streams down my arm and stains the white floor while I grab the medical kit and patch up the cut.
Doesn’t it feel good?the voice in the back of my head echoes.Just let it be.
I can’t. I want to but I can’t.
Coward.
I don’t want to become a simple memory in their minds. A fragment to be forgotten when time has healed the wounds of their hearts. I don’t want that. I want to see Visha again and hold him with pride even if I don’t deserve it.
Let me be strong enough to remain by his side.
Please.