The October Music: Second Verse - Day 28

(I Just) Died In Your Arms
Shhh. Shhh. It’s okay. Just breathe. Breathe while you can. It’ll all be over soon. Let your heart slow down and stop peacefully. You shouldn’t be in any pain. If you are, let me know and I’ll fix that for you. Just a little joke there, of course. You can’t let me know because you can’t talk.

While we have a few minutes, I’m going to talk to you and you, well, are going to have to just sit here and listen. Don’t worry, I’ve got you. You’re leaning up against my chest now. You can probably feel my heart beating. Excitement in my case. Not the same for you, probably. That’s okay. I can talk for both of us.

First off, I want to assure you that you did nothing wrong. Not really. You didn’t go down a back alley or engage in a drug deal or anything like that. All you did was walk into your favorite bar for a drink after work like you did every day. Nothing wrong with that! Habit and routine can be fun, after all. A little bit of joy before the end of the day is necessary, especially after working so hard like you did.

You couldn’t have known that I was watching. How could you have? I keep to myself, keep to the shadows. I’ve been watching you for some time. Watching how you treat others. You’re always so kind and friendly to them. It’s a sign of character, I think, and I approve of it. That’s why this is such a shame. In any other world, you’d be headed home to watch TV and relax rather than be, well, here with me.

But you’re not. We’re here and you’re leaking your life out on the floor and I’m holding you and it’s perfect. How is it perfect, I can hear you trying to ask. Well, it’s simple. This is when you really get to know a person. Right at the end. There are no more lies, no more conceits. They aren’t trying to impress you or make you believe something about them that’s not true. It's pure and honest them.

And you’re ready. I can tell. You’ve been ready for a while, haven’t you? You’ve been tired of this place, of your daily grind. I can see it in your eyes. I can feel it in your blood. You’ve been wanting this.

It’s okay. Don’t struggle. Don’t thrash. It just makes things go more slowly. Just relax and let yourself slip away. You’ve earned it. And you’re not alone. I’ll be here the whole time. It’s a blessing in a way. You don’t have to go through this by yourself. Aren’t you lucky?

You’re getting quiet now. That’s okay. We don’t have to talk anymore. We can just sit here and let things take their natural course. I would like to know one thing though.

Did you ever think it would end this way?

I mean, it’s cliché but-
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