[ WP ] It was either my life or hers . Unfortunately she chose mine .

You were mine, as I was yours. We were to have and to hold one another, to be true to one another through the good and the bad, the lean years and the fertile ones. This was our vow until death in which we would part. This was not something that I had thought about beyond my acceptance of these terms. As I sit here spinning my ring, uselessly, I wish I could take them back. There are so many things I would give for the chance to renege our vows. You left me too soon. 
 
 I had n't had a chance to process their question before the needle rammed deep into my arm. The vaccine coursed through my veins before I realized what you had just done. It was just was much your chance to live as it was mine. With such reckless abandon, when they asked which life would we save, you chose mine. You were and always will be, my better half. As the heat from the mug disperses into the table and the black brew grows cold, I ca n't bring myself to move. I do n't know what to do without you. I'm not whole. 
 
 Watching you waste away was the hardest thing I've ever had to do. It could've been prevented if I'd answered just a moment sooner. I feel selfish and cowardly, as my fist clenches and tears of fire stream down my face. Ripples form in the cold coffee as I think about the smile on your face. Your gentle touch as your hand caressed my chin. You were so happy that I could live. That you could be of use to me in some way. But, I had never imagined a life without you. Now that I'm faced with that prospect, I've found that it is n't a life at all that I'm living. 
 
 I do n't blame you. You could n't have known what it would have been like to be alone. I want to believe that I would volunteer myself as readily as you had, but knowing what I know now, I could n't have subjected you to this torment. I would've objected. I would've abstained. Dying, however unpleasant, in your loving arms would be tantamount to salvation in this horrid timeline. An eternal embrace from which we would never part. As a chill creeps up my spine, such thoughts seem like warm, distant dreams as fleeting and fickle as life. 
 
 -360
