All I know is darkness. Like a black snake, swallowing me whole. Like pure nothingness, its silence drowning out everything else.
Cold surrounds me, sucking me down. Pulling me deeper.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
Like the tick of a clock. Like grains of sand slipping through an hourglass. They’re slowing. Time is slowing.
I’m slowing.
Thud.
Thud.
Thud.
No. It’s not sand. It’s my pulse. I can feel it growing weaker, slowing to a deadly pace as the cold inkiness surrounds me and pulls me deeper and deeper into the empty embrace of nothingness.
I want to tell her I love her. I want to tell her I’m sorry that I’m leaving so soon.
I want to tell her she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and that I’m going to haunt the fuck out of her after my heart finally stops and the darkness swallows me up.
My vision clouds. The swirling shadows slow to a crawl as my limbs go numb.
This is it. Fuck, I wanted more time with her.
Suddenly, something’s splitting the darkness.
A hand, reaching for me. I try to reach back, but I can’t. All I can do is sink deeper, growing number.
Weaker.
Fading faster.
The hand thrusts deeper, gleaming, surrounded by a halo of light.
Save me, I want to whisper. Pull me from the darkness. I fell in love with your light.
But I can’t.
It just all grows darker and colder.
And then—there’s nothing at all.
