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Suicidal TendenciesSuicidal Tendencies by orangelion90
I get up in the darkness, stand guard over him. He sleeps like a child, curled up and trusting. You were always so naïve. But my thoughts of him are fond, if not a little sad, because I am about to hurt him.
But he knows none of this-so he sleeps on, unaware that I have left the bed, that I am about to leave him and everything else. If he knew, he would cry and beg, and convince me to stay for another week before I change my mind, and I would still feel the same, if not a little sorry.
The night whispers things I can't make out, so I pretend they say gently, "time to go" because that is what I feel.
But still, I do not move. I watch the steady rise and fall of his flank, his breathing the only sound outside my head. Moonlight bathes the exposed skin, making him glow a little blue in the perfect gloom of three a.m., beneath a perfect half moon. But I am being sentimental.
I ponder the sleeping figure before me.
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