As our fingers brush, bristle against each other like blades of grass buffeted by harsh breeze. My heart breaks.
I will not let you stop me.
The tendrils of emotion circle my motionless corpse at night, reminding me the noise of my nemesis. Tick, tock, tick, tock.
I will not let you drop me.
The concrete safety nestled in my heart as I watch you sleep turns into a blade, cauterising my thoughts of leaving. I want you.
Should I stay?
My dream of experiencing the world, encountering new and astounding people crumbles before me, like a castle on the brink of a cliff. Teetering on the cliff of sacrifice.
It’s you I want.
Versus the image of constructing a stable life with you by my side. Your long blonde hair billowing, leaving an essence of your scent lingering on my nose. Pure ecstasy.
I am torn.
Giving up the one I love for the life I want.