Untitled Ending

He is coming. I can feel it in the air, atoms falling apart as he gets closer & closer. Every passing moment the air gets thinner, making every breath a chore, a little death, a prelude to the finale which must, by now, be only a few blocks away.

Though I should be afraid, I will greet this end( for surely he will kill me.)

I will give my life, to see his face again. There is no choice – though I may hate him, I cannot run from his arms, whatever they may hold.

So i’ll just wait