Just Another Story To Make Headlines

-This is just a random rant. Don't expect it to be any good. If you downrate, I want comments explaining why.-

As you're reading his letter, tears are falling onto the paper. The ink stains say it all. You still wear that ring on your finger like nothing went wrong. The water is turning to wine with every single cut from those words. The lights are dimming out with every breath that you take. These silver trays are starting to tarnish. He said it's just too late to say, "I'm sorry." You might as well send your condolences. He's all willing to take that fall over and over, but only if you promise to let everything go as planned. The noose is still hanging in the corner... This is one of those times that you need him like your heart needs a beat. But he's nowhere to be found. So you let the touch of death wrap itself around your neck and tighten it's grip. Kick out the stool and let the thought of him take you up ten feet off the ground. All she really needs is an angel to save her from this hell. Just come back and get her away from this place. She wants the comfort of you loving her back. She misses you.