Before you read the story...
I'd never given much thought to how I would die, I had reason to contemplate my last hours but of course love blinded me and this is where it got me. Who could have thought? Who would ever imagine it this way? It had to be some sort of dream-no- I dream isn't horrifying, heck, how would I know, I haven't been sleeping that much anyways. I stared without breathing across the long room, into the dark eyes of the hunter, and the looked pleasantly back at me. Though I knew of what he was thinking, I couldn't hear him over the loud noise of my heart beating for the last time. Surely I was going to die. Yet I knew my fate from the very begging, I still chased it. It would have never happed if I just said yes to my mother, to live with her. But, terrified as I was, I couldn't bring myself to regret the decision. When life offers you a fantasy so beyond any of your expectations, it's not fair nor reasonable to grieve when it comes to the end. And as I looked into his deep dark eyes there was no doubt in my mind that he wanted to kill me, yet I couldn't be happier dying at the hands of anyone else. I was happy to see him, to even touch him if I got the chance, but I was glad to be in his presence in my final hour and I was happy knowing that I would dye knowing that he was the last thing I saw. It was an honor.
[Caricature_of_Intimacy] · Sat Jul 21, 2007 @ 08:28am · 0 Comments |