My mind would berate me in the final moments before I would manage to get a decent amount of rest as I thought of the cruel words exchanged between us in our last interaction prior to my attempted murder. But having used the veil between life and death as a tightrope, the only thing I had focused on was the comfort I found in his arms. For this, I would forgive him long enough to reach this peace. However, when I would awaken to a shuffle motioning at my back, I would allow my eyes to part from this interrupted slumber, to find him moving stealthily away from me in effortless quietude and into the direction of the window. My eyes would be forced to observe his nearly bare silhouette, covered only by a pair of boxers, as I couldn’t help but admire him. Even in my anger, wrath, and the feeli
