May the pain you carry be released,
as you are held in gentle grace.
May your spirit find solace and rest,
in the eternal embrace.
For once in so long, I could just…sleep. The gun weighed heavy in my hand as I continued to let the memory overtake me.
May the light of those who’ve gone before
guide your journey through the dark,
and may your soul be free of fear,
as you follow the path to the spark.
Guide me, my love. I am ready.
May your transition be tender and calm,
and may you know you are not alone.
In the arms of love, in the arms of peace,
may you find your way home.
Home.
You are my home.
The weight lifted, and peace was instilled through my veins. That warmth only Elias created was growing inside my chest.
I wanted to be free.
To be with him.
Back to my anchor, my love.
My Elias, my light, my Mon Pur.
“I love you so fucking much, Elias. Please, forgive me for being selfish,” I said, my voice as broken as my soul. “I just…I just wanna go home.”
I pushed the gun’s long metal into my mouth until it choked me, but I made sure my finger was firmly on the trigger. The tears flowed faster down my cheeks. This metallic taste brought back so many memories of his chastity cage, the rosary…and his blood.
You said you chose me…but in the end…you still left me.
Boom!
Epilogue
Elias
“Weeping may stay for the night.
But rejoicing comes in the morning.”
[Psalms 30:5 NIV]
THE END
