I can hear deaths sweet call, wrapping its sharp claws around my broken heart. The temptation to cross the line and walk in the shadow of death once more is unbearably strong. So I close my eyes and take a step but something stops me. I'm unable to move, though I keep trying to take the final steps towards death.
For the first time I notice the warmth of something wrapped around me, holding me in place. I turn to a face that's filled with love. My eyes find yours and fill with tears as I realize that love is meant for me. I try to pull away, to hide my love in fear of causing you pain, or of me being hurt once more…but you won't let go. You hold me tightly, willing me to stay. Hoping for my trust, but I won’t give in. I keep trying to leave, desperate now. I turn around " Please, let go," I cry hysterically trying to pull away. "PLEASE!"
I'm begging now, trying as hard as I can not to look into your eyes. I know if I do, I'll give in. I won’t let myself. No, no