14 May 2012
Now, if I was to describe myself to anyone-if I were able to that is-I wouldn't tell them how I died, because it's the worse possible death to have. However, dying in the place of someone I loved seemed a good way to go. Yet, now that I've had time to properly think about it, it seems a stupid, irresponsible thing to do, because now I will never see him again. Never smell his scent, and never touch his skin, again. I guess now your wondering who this person is and why I love him so much. Well, considering now I'm dead, I can't remember the vital moments we shared, all I know is I love him, and I will never stop. Even if he dies my heart will rest with his. Even if he dies I won't forget the soft touch of his lips against my cheeks. And even if he dies, I wont forget the way his name felt on the tip of my tongue. I won't forget the way he called my name, like a whisper in the breeze, barely noticeable to others, but like a shout to me.
Death Is Not The Only Option • Opuss № I