A/N: Something random from my blog. An exercise I guess.

The end came for us, you and me. I still try to hide it like the child I am, under the covers, behind the curtains, buried in sand, or safe, safe and hidden in my heart. It's going to stop beating soon. I feel my pulse slowing, slipping to nothingness, away, away, to that magic kingdom I made when life could no longer fill me. Not all by itself.

I want you here. Here and now. My dreams can't do that, they have no powers in this land. So I close my eyes and hold the blankets tight against me. You stay where you are. And I remain alone. It's been that way for so long, I sometimes forget to feel forgotten. You might walk through the door again, I say. And then what good will a frown do me. I'll only smile.

Sometimes, it hurts. Pain fills my blood until I want to drain it all from my body, but I don't acknowledge the source. Because you're not gone. You're just far away, too far to touch, to kiss anymore. That hurts sometimes. I liked your kisses.

I used to be special. I used to have a definition, you gave it to me. My name meant something when you said it. No one knew what, but they knew I had to be worth it, because you said so, the final authority on everything.

I'm dying. The why eludes me, I'm going numb. I used to know things. The only thing I know now is that empty space you left behind. My breathing turns shallow, too shallow to whisper your name once more before the end for me comes. Just me.

I turn the last corner and float the last mile out of sight.