Adonis Ian Black
I can't feel my limbs, my heart beats erratically against my teeth as my feet carry me towards the familiar white door I've visited far too many times in the past two months. The same room which leads to a room that holds my life and she doesn't depend on a ventilator and some monitors to breathe anymore. The room where I've cried my most painful memories anew, the room that holds too many secrets that tumbled down from my tongue and reached the ears of my sleeping woman without being heard.
Is she even my woman?
I gulp when my hand rises towards the lock, my fingers shaky and weak as I twist it to let myself in, repeating the words uttered by my father two hours ago over and over again in my head. He won't let me be selfish again.
Yes, it took me two hours to prepare
