I strangled her. I strangled her until she gave in. Her body, back to the floor, hands nailed down. She struggles, trying to break free. My dark confident strong eyes piercing hers. And in to her crying soul. Earlier, when we two first met she was in charge of this body in which we've been fighting over 'till now. "I don't know who I am" says the living body. At first I thought that I didn't have to worry about anything. But as the body began to age, the understanding of the horrid truths of this world, was eating her out. Slowly killing her. Soon she didn't know what to do. Yet I did. So I figured it was my time to control his body we've been hosting in. She refused. She was in denial. So we fought and fought over for the control of this body. We had no choice. When ever she couldn't handle the truth the body would attempt suicide. The body is dying along with her. Just not as fast. One day she came to me as the body slept. She fell to her knees and released a dreadful sob. A sorrow so strong I nearly shed a tear. She begged "Kill me! Kill me please! I can't take it anymore! If I'm going to die I might as well die now!" I punched her in the temple. Hard enough to knock her out but not enough to kill her. I took over the body as she slept. And into the night we went. Into a forest. Where the full moon was viewable and many starts were at sight. When she awakens to this view she meets my eyes. Then look back at the view. I tell her that the dark isn't always cruel. That it isn't always so scary. And with that She said "I'm ready". And here we are again. In the present of me killing her. Wait. That sounds a bit harsh. Let's say that I'm putting her out of her misery just like she asked. Eyes locked onto each other's, she stopped struggling. And smiled with the last bit of strength and breath she had. She was gone. I remove the nails from her hand and hold her in my arms, me sitting on the floor. I cry and cry. Mourning for her departure. And as she turned to stone she began to feel heavy as my heart. Then she crumbled and turned into ashes. Her remains faded away. But her light, the glowing seed of her soul hovers before my eyes. Her fragile soul is now being kept somewhere safe. Where no harm can ever come to her again. There are times every now and then when I picture her in my shoes, smiling at the son and appreciating how beautiful the day was. I miss her. At least she's in peace.
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