Lirieke: Curl Up And Die. The Proclaimed Bat Hunter.

Broken in sections. My breath is losing it's rhythm and my pulse is the center of attention. Render these arms useless. I tried not to hear her voice, but it is everything. This was the goodbye I never said. Pain thrust through chest, I miss her breathing and I am so sick of mine. Dying in bleachers with my corner eye crush. Was this the last time I would see you? Was this our farewell? It just isn't enough when I can never see your face again