judas iscariot
“I love you” he whispered, too weak to hold me tighter. He felt like turbulence in my arms, strong limbs convulsing in a breath of silent wind. I felt like the world was collapsing beneath me, like my lungs had forgotten how to breathe air, I could only press my lips again and again to his neck feeling the life there while pleading to something unseen, something higher. Please, not him. Never him. Don’t ever take him.”
Its been 20 years 3 months 2 days 16 hours and 17 minutes since you died and I still don’t feel whole
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