The tendrils of your memory snake through the room, searching even the darkest corners, before coiling around my heart. Your venom pumps like a drug through my veins, poisoning me as I beg for more.
Tears stream down my cheeks as my heart shatters again and again. I must break free, or die trying.
My trembling hands strike a match. Flames lick through the room. Smoke stings my lungs as I beg for release.
Release from all that you are.
From all that you were.
From all I could have been.