In one breath

Eleven years of pain, captured in a single breath. The heart skips a beat, the pulse slows, and a chapter from history is erased in two simple words.

The ceiling... How much of his future will he spend staring at that void? The one where the sight vanishes, in the dim light. The nothing, he is the master of it now. Wasting time is more easy than the reality beyond, easier still than regret.

Gone now, swallowed whole, like so much before it. The pain should vanish with the name. "It won't", he thinks,"but it should."

He drapes himself across a bed, a scene all too familiar, listening to the same music, feeling the same hurt. So why is tonight special? "because tonight, a name disappears in a single breath." a chill down the neck, a last grasp on what was. Now return to the void.