16 April 2012
I looked out of my window at the grey world and saw you standing there. I sighed against the pane and left my mark; moisture on the glass. I gathered myself and went out to greet you knowing it was time. My last thought was of the baby, wrapped in its blankets upstairs. It would not remember me. I left the house and put out my hand, reaching towards you, and your cold dead fingers gripped mine and pulled me under.
The Angel • Opuss № I