Chapter 72 N I G H T S K Y

Song: Nightsky by Tracy Chattaway

I could feel it seeping from me. Ever so slowly, ever so gently … I could feel it me leaving me.

Life.

It bled from my open wounds, gushing out like the ichor that remained …

I was dying.

Dying. Almost a stagnant process, a perfectly painful process. It tormented every piece of me with an unforgiving fury that left me here to endure to.

Left me here to face it.

So here I laid, ever so still, ever so broken, ever so ashamed …

She was gone now. Her cries and screams no where to be found, the scent of her blood fading as the remaining splotches of it dried above the dust.

She was gone.

I promised her we wouldn't separate. Promised her we'd stay together, that I wouldn't leave her alone.

I lied.

The thought alone tried to end me right then and there, but she wasn't having it. She wouldn't let me go, even though I already let myself go.

We are not dying here.