Somethings different, it whispers to me in the wind.
I know it's coming.
I don't run.
Abraxas, I can tell you want me to.
But I won't.
It's whispering, drawing nearer with every day and with each second I hold you tighter because I know any moment now -
I'll have to let go.
It's coming and I don't know what to feel or if I shall feel anything at all.
Numb is a great anesthesia, but I'm only human.
Why rob myself of the pain if it's the last thing I'll ever experience?
You want me to run but I won't.
I know it's coming.
The wind whispers to me at night.
It's near.
I won't run.
Not anymore.
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Ophelia [a.m]
Fanfiction𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚; 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙣 𝙙𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙚; 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙧; 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙙𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙩 𝙞 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚. Only issue is, Abraxas had been lying his who...