A pull at the end of the blood red ribbon woke me. Love, it seemed to whisper, hold on love.

I didn’t want to keep trying anymore, though. I wanted to slip away. To let the wind carry the last bit of ribbon of my life away with the wind. Awayy..

Another tug, this one more frantic than the last. The same lovely words woke me. “T-tom?” I stumbled. Who was Tom? What was Tom? Whoever.. whatever.. I need Tom rght now.

I slipped away again. Almost completely before something frigid pressed against my lips? lips, hmm. I like the taste of those. I sighed, “Tom, live..”

Huh, funny. I had meant to say love.

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