I let the cold mountain air sooth me; it cooled my hot, tense muscles.Before long, I was ‘human’ again.Tears were frozen to my face but I didn’t mind.I didn’t care.My breaths were coming in ragged gasps as I attempted to block out the guilt and doubt, and the… fear he’d felt as I had run away, because he knew why I had run.
Because I was dangerous.
Because I was deadly.
Because I had lost control.
Because I had nearly killed him in some bizarre and perverse idea that that would save him.
Save him from the pain. Save me from the pain.
Because I’d nearly killed us both.
It was sick;every small emotion that played across his mind affected me so fully.Just the smallest thought of suicide made me want to die.Just the tiniest feeling of doubt left me wallowing in indecision.Just the teensiest feeling of guilt made my conscience plague me to the point of insanity.
I was strong, but I was weak.
I loved Davincent, and he loved me, but I was on the edge of losing it.Losing everything I loved and lived for.