You concentrate on the scarlet drops sliding down your sun-kissed skin in rivulets until the whole world around you dissipates in a blurry cacophony of colors. Even the noise that’s kept you up for months’ on end like the tonal variant of Chinese torture seems to fade in the sound of your slowing heart’s beats in your ears.
Your head feels heavy. You lie down, or recline against something. You’re not quite sure anymore. It doesn’t really matter. You smile to yourself, the first time in… well, for the last time, surely. You think of all your childhood memories, little nuggets of happiness that melt away like chocolate on the tongue. It’s funny, really, how the world works. Would you ever have imagined yourself this way?
The world feels heavier and heavier. You’re not sure whether you’re breathing again. Your sight is gone. Or have you closed your eyes? All you know is that soon enough, this terrible, oppressing weight will be lifted, and you’ll be free again.
The last thought that comes to you as you enjoy the final taste of your memories is…