You can’t get the blood out.
You always do things for others' sake without worrying about yourself or how you feel. But this time I want you to be selfish. It's okay to cry. Just don't shut me out. It's my turn to help you. This time let me be your hope.
Is it possible to love someone so completely, so intensely, they could never die? To give them more than just your heart or your soul? What if you could give then the miracle of immortality?
The scariest truth is the one suspected as reality but hidden behind a mask of denial; because once the mask falls away, there's nowhere else to hide it. You have to make a choice: face it head on and accept it, or be destroyed by it.
I know it's tough losing someone you respected, but it will get better. Don't let that affect you from reaching your goals... don't get side-stepped by a tragedy like this. I know it's sad. Cry if you must. Just stay focused, and don't let your grief break you and derail you from your desired path.
With despair at every corner, how can I be so selfish and worry about who my heart does or doesn't want? I must hide my heart's foolish desires. My main focus is saving others from the suffering this pain again.
The vibrant matte amethyst dial made the gleaming hour and minute markers seem to come alive. The long, thick hands were fragile, yet ceaselessly ticking by, like life itself. Countless hours must have been invested in the bezel, meticulously hashed all the way around. The tachymeter claimed prominence as if asserting that distance travelled over time should be of paramount importance. Never had the sheer pace and inevitability of time been better captured in an object.
And that was the thing, wasn’t it? When life rode on its highs, you wanted it to go on forever. But in the depths of the invariable dives, you’d be happy to be put out of your misery, because whatever awaited beyond this life had to be better than this shit on Earth.