I was fine, I had accepted my fate.
I accepted a life of merely existing, decades ago.
It was unnerving to plunge that dagger in my heart.
I thought I had murdered it.
Sure, it beat. But, it didn’t feel.
It couldn’t hurt me anymore.
I had won. I was the victor.
How sweet to claim the prize of ‘no more pain’.
And then, You.
You, with that fatal smile.
You, with those eyes so full of life.
You said hello.
And my heart could feel again.
Not fair! Foul! I screamed to the heavens.
I’m not to blame.
Your hello would have raised Lazarus.
No need for Divine intervention.
He was happy to be resurrected.
Did you ask me if I wanted to be brought back?
What could possibly attract you to a dead man?
A twisted need?
Or, is it a need to fix what you don’t understand?
There is nothing wrong with me, nothing needs fixing.
Yet, you persisted.
More smiles, more questions.
My heart slowly coming back to life.
No! I will not allow it!
What do you want from me?
I have nothing left, nothing to offer you.
Answer me, now!
“You brought my heart back to life, first.”
Fuck.
