Darkness takes over and envelopes the room. Black mist whirls in all directions, crowding the air, causing the only person in the room to gag.
No matter how much he coughs the putrid smoke stays in his lungs. He closes his eyes but the smoke pull back his eyelids.
His legs buckle, and he collapses to the stone ground. He yearns for the smoke to fill his body and kill him, and stop the ache beneath his chest.
The smoke takes its course, slowly numbing his insides, causing the pain to dissipate. As the smoke takes over, his vision blurs, along with his mind.
Serenity grabs hold of his body, showing him that he doesn’t have to remember anymore. Remember the torture. Something that is more deadly then this moment.
If only he could forget her. Forget the way she smiled. The way she smelt. Her beauty. Her laughed.
The way her blood soaked into his white collared shirt.
A sharp pain ran across his chest. Even inhaling air is to much of a task to do.
Before his mind drifts away, he whispers to himself praying that it would reach her. He takes in a deep breathe, but it only brings pain to his lungs. He heaves and gages. He feels himself getting weaker, dying. He slowly raises his arms in the air, thinking, that maybe this action would put him closer to her. He opens his hands to the air and whispers “ Forgive me.”
His arms give away landing hard on to the floor. He stares up to the ceiling and tears finally begin to fall. Under his breath he utters his last words, “Rose....Rose....Rose you were never a thorn........to me or......anyone.” The black mist covers his body and the setting becomes a never ending darkness.
AUTHOR NOTE: I've read through this and it needs to be butchered and remade! I'll just put it on here as a before refrence. So here is the before and wait till you see the after, it will be much better!