In the light of the sunset, we both settled our words that we would sacrifice our own blood to do our families a favor—we would enjoy the paradise of wintry cellars, the ones up beyond the universe. The royal eyes of our Mothers, Fathers, Sisters and Brothers had been chafing our skin off, ever since they counted our 10 fingers and 10 toes and considered them human.
Resting naked on the makeshift floors, we would drive to the edge of ecstasy through cigarettes and blades—our conversations filled with moon and hope. It did not last for million days, though, as we descended from our fictitious thinking.
The holy ground glowed under the kiss of the starless night. We pushed the golden door and, step-by-step, we walked to our ending. We were not yet halfway when I felt the first hit of pain followed by a thousand more. There was a flood of blood around and on my body.
You sunk our dagger into my soulless home.
You carried my almost lifeless figure before you kneeled and offered me to the frozen statues. Did you finally resolve the darkness raging through your little family? Then, I was happy for you.
But Matthew said you must make peace with your brother before you present your gifts to Him. How could you let me fade with my heart surrounded by the thunderstorms you caused?
Promise me one thing before we go: stash this mystery and deliver my scenic memories to the last persons who believed in me.
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