After holding everything together for so long, the mix of pain, grief, longing, and hope clings tightly to my heart—pulling at every vein in my body until it feels like I'm bleeding from the inside.
It hurts.
Damn it, this fucking hurts.
Why does love send someone my way only to take them back not long after?
How I wish he was real.
How I wish his delusions were true.
How I wish that delusion never ended.
Just one miracle. One chance.
But even science cannot prove their existence.
So now I stand here, watching the casket slowly descend into the ground—his final goodbye. Just like the grip I tried so desperately not to loosen, he slips away from my hands all the same.
This fucking fraud vampire.
My fraud vampire.