He holds onto her tighter,
maybe he thinks that will
make her stay.
He whispers how he loves her ,
how he never wants her to leave.
He whispers how great it was
to just sit and talk with her,
how amazing it was
to just feel her touch.
He trembles
when he talks of how
he cannot live
without her,
and how she had said
the same.
A tear falls
as he clenches into her shirt,
drawing her even closer.
He pleads her to stay,
not to leave him
alone in the cruel world,
asks her to remain there
forever.
He dabs something from her face,
brush her hair back with his touch
and kissing her forehead.
“I’m sorry I was too late.”
he whimpers,
clutching to her.
He quivers as he finally lays
her lifeless body
back onto her bed,
her bloody wrists,
reminders of
just
how
important
timing is.













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