Here I am, standing in the dark; the only lights I see are the red dots on the tv, letting me know it’s still alive. The sound of burning paper calms me down, one heartbeat at a time.
-It hurts, he whispers while I close my eyes.
-I know, but it calms me down.
-You’re killing me.
-You’re killing me too, just somehow slower and more painful.
-I don’t have a choice, you’re making me hurt you, he says and his deep voice echoes inside my head. Why?
-I don’t know, sometimes you’re the only one who’s listening to me;for hours. I tried to give up on you a few times, yet I failed. We’re sharing everything : happy moments, fights, celebrations, midnight philosophy; sometimes I need you, I need that warm feeling inside my chest, that bitter taste in my mouth, the peace inside my veins. You were with me when no one else was, when there wasn’t too much hope and you waited calmly to follow me around in a cloud of smoke. I guess i