Mark

I never wanted us to die, and it is for us that I weep so openly now. As an individual, with you gone from this world, I am ready to die. Everyone and everything has a time to go; to be no more. I guess this is that time for me. I uncork the vile and lift it, the cold of it stinging my fingertips mildly. Some vapory smoke escapes out of the top and rises to the ceiling. Harry’s dying lover thinks about the times they had together.