Darkness.
Everlasting black. I feel as if I am on a plane, stretching off into
the infinite,leaving me chained here on this barren rock.
I can feel it engulfing me, swallowing me like pitch, climbing up my neck
and into my mouth, drowning me in it's suffocating horror. I do not scream,
for I fear that if I do, no sound will be heard and I will be left screaming.
Screaming into the darkness of my own soul, screaming until my mind snaps
like a pane of glass, cracking, spiderwebbing out under the pressure until it
shatters under the weight of the darkness in which I am kept.

   I was buried on the first of March. A lot of people were there.  Many were crying, but when I looked to my girlfriend, she was not. In her eyes, pain stood like ice, yet she did not cry.
   I followed her home in silence, riding in the back seat next to my little brother. My mother was in the passenger seat while my girlfriend was driving. They were talking in hushed tones while my little brother played with his toys. I guess he didn't understand yet.
   When my girlfriend dropped my family off, she drove a mile up the road and pulled over, sobbing. I looked over at her, her beauty astounding me as it always did. Her tears caught the sunlight and sparkled like diamonds. I longed to hold her, to comfot her, but I could do nothing to comfort her.
   When she finished crying, she drove home in silence, staring straight ahead. When she got home, it was evening. She went into the house, and went to follow her. She closed the door in my face. I walked through it.
   The kitten mewed at her when she walked in, begging for food. She smiled down at it, and when she did, her eyes lit up with joy at seeing new life, as yet untouched by the sorrows of the world, it's endless paths through time spread out before it. I nearly wept for the beauty of it.
   After laying out a saucer of milk for the kitten, she went upstairs and lay down in bed. I sat on the end of the bed and watched her. After a little while, she started to doze. She eventually lay on her side and slept. I watched her, and then I cried. My tears were not for myself. They were for my beauty, lying on the bed, dreaming, never to see me again. I wept for her sorrow and pain.
   I watched her until morning, until the dawn's rays hit my ephemeral form. I began to fade away, barely hanging onto this plane. I reached out to touch a curl that had fallen onto her cheek, and felt it's silky softness before slipping away into sweet nepenthe.