The tears are falling now, now that I’ve said goodbye one final time, and yet I feel a smile encroaching on the pain. Pain, it is my world; has been my world so long. Pain means I’m alive. The pain is moving into numbness now. I feel it fading away into nothing. This is, then, the last pain; I am dying. Blessed relief, escape, hope. As the plane explodes around me, I watch her parachute open below.
Safe, I think to myself as the flames engulf my eyes. Hot fire, then numbness. The darkness brings sleep. I know no more.
Tale Told 