Digging My Grave
His pupils contracted sharply, his breathing grew labored, and his body convulsed under the poison's effects.
I couldn't help but frown.
His vision began to blur, but suddenly his eyes focused as he turned weakly in my direction, looking startlingly alert.
"Tiana, is that you? I can finally see you! If I had known this was the only way to find you, I wouldn't have made you wait so long."
I wanted to tell him I hadn't been waiting for him at all—I had simply died too tragically, with too much resentment to move on.
But I didn't feel like speaking to him, so I just regarded him indifferently. Even the sound of my name on his lips felt foreign now. Soon, I would forget him entirely.
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