Not How It Is Supposed To Work

I am busy dying, a slow, tortured death. It feels as if the world has just dropped off, and it is completely spinning out of control. My ability to breathe has long gone from me. I have hands that are shaking and a heart that is pounding. There are these goddamn butterflies. My entire body has lost the will to function the way it should.

Fuck. What am I doing?

Though I do not give myself much time to think about it, for Trinity is about to walk out the door. If ever there is a time that I do this, then it must be now. So with a rather trembling ass, I call back for her.

“Princess, I want to as you something.”

She immediately looks in my direction, but before words can form around her lips, I am in front of her.

I slowly drop to my knee in front of her and meet her eyes; with a bleeding heart, I reach for her hand and pray that she will allow me in. Then, as she gently rests her hand in mine, I say what I desired to say since all this madness s