Unknown Error is back. Please help clear the Error (go to profile page to find out how, ha).This is a place where I just write short little story-like things. I'm trying to write from someone else's perspective, a character who lives in my head and would rather remain unnamed. I might write some from the viewpoints of a few of the other characters who live in my brain as well, but mostly one. Brain exercises are good indeed.

He knelt by my bed and took my hand. Even though they said I was in a coma, I could feel him. I could hear him.

He hesitated, taking a breath before gripping my hand tightly. "It's not the poison that's killing you, is it? It's the heartbreak. It's me being unfaithful, me blaming you for everything that goes wrong, me taking you for granted and acting like you're nothing."

Tears dropped on my face. He held my hand, and I felt the pulsing in his fingers. Every beat sent an arrow to my heart.

Finally, he left, planting a kiss on my brow before exiting the room.

He must've thought I was asleep. But I heard every word.

Dying of heartbreak, me? Powerful, invincible me? Perhaps. I guess I should have known it would come. I loved him so much, and more importantly, he loved me just as much.

And every man kills the thing he loves.

I think this will be my first multi-chapter story. Thanks for reading.

~Con