“It’s fine,” she sobs, pressing her forehead to mine. “I’ll forgive you if you don’t die.”
The pain feels like it’s slipping now, replaced with a calm I haven’t felt in years.
It’s not gone—it’s just far away, like a siren’s call far from the shore that I’ll never hear again.
The world grows dark at the edges, and Lottie’s face blurs.
Still beautiful.
Still alive.
“You’re not a monster,” she whispers, tears falling onto my skin.
I want to tell her she’s wrong.
That I was… I am… that I will always be, for the things I did to her.
But I can’t speak anymore.
So, I just smile.
The light fades, and everything goes still.
Lottie’s cries are the last thing I hear, even as I try to reach out, desperate to soothe her pain, even though I’m the one who caused it.
I’m sorry.
Please forgive me.
To be continued…