A Bullet For You

Athena

"What if I say that I want the grave, Athena? What if I say that I want to be buried deep and that's my ultimate destination?"— None of his words made sense, but somewhere, at some depth I hadn't reached yet, it had a meaning stored— One that was far from anyone's understanding.

It was not even a second ago when I was fuming with uncontrollable rage, shaking in anger, wanting to destroy everything in my reach and turn them into ashes and with only the magic of a few sentences he put my entire fucking world in front of such question that could shatter me.

I did not want to derive any meaning from anything he said and give scopes for false hopes to rise again, I no longer had the time to think of my decision twice but he didn't seem to have any intention to let me do that in peace.

"What if I accept that I'm a bloody coward, and after being satisfied with my existence and collecting enough amount of sins to actually feel like a monster from within, it'd be myself I'd destroy?