Bomil75

I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

It was dark, gloomy. I sat on a chair by the bed. Listening. Her slow breaths were calling me, surrounding me. So I joined her, laying behind her back patting her dark hair that shined from the broken shards of the moonlit as it passed through cracks in the broken window. Her body slightly shivered, uncovered by the warm winter blanket. I listened silently. The huffs she made as she was breathing made me smile in delight. Her tender breathings flew through the room with an echoing wave that passed through the room and striking right to the back of my mind. Ah, that night, of all nights.That´s when I CHOKED THE LIVING SOU