I want him back

Soren

I had never heard my name sound so fragile.

Rowan's voice was barely above a whisper, slurred and broken, as he tried to reach for me. His fingers curled weakly in the air, grasping at nothing, before falling limp onto the mattress.

 His eyelids fluttered, his breathing uneven as the drug took full effect.

I sat beside him, staring at the mess I had made.

My chest was tight, suffocatingly so, but I forced myself to breathe. This was the plan. This was what had to be done. Yet, the moment his eyes rolled shut, my fingers trembled against his cheek.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath.

I dragged my hand away before I could let myself linger, before I could let the weight of this moment settle in my bones. If I thought about it too much, I might hesitate, and hesitation was something I couldn't afford.

A knock at the door shattered the heavy silence.