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Brandon. My angel. My sweet angel. I still can’t believe they took you, that they tortured you without your knowledge. They don’t deserve your forgiveness, your love, your kindness, your paradise. They don’t deserve you. They killed you.
My angel…I miss you. And I know you miss me. Every warm feeling on cold days, I know it was you. Every whisper in the wind, I know it was you. My heart throbs for you. It feels like it’s going to explode with all of the love for you it holds.
I did it all for you. I will do it all for you. The knocking at the door; my angel…is that you? Or are you the tapping at my window? Or the rumbling of the vent? Or are those the goods, coming to lead me to you? The pounding is deafening. But where is it coming from? Is it from my throbbing head? Or my pulsing heart? Or is it the door?
I hear yelling, mixing in with the whispers. The orange glow shining through the window tells me it’s time. That I’m going to see my angel soon. Every ritual is complete, all my goodbyes have been said. The green hugs my dirty soul and makes it shine brighter than any star in the sky. The pounding gets louder as the knife gets heavier.
The pain is blinding. Deafening. But the reward is worth pain a thousand times worse. I stumbled back, falling onto the bed as if I was falling into the arms of the goods, as they lay me down to rest in paradise. With my angel. The green beneath me welcomes the blood that seeps into it with open arms and makes it glows like the setting sun. My eyes grow heavy as my body becomes lighter. I feel a warmth hug my freezing body…is that you my angel? I’ll see you soon, Brandon.