* * *

I'm wasting away. This disease is destroying me, I know you'll be there to welcome me. It started after you left. My heart and chest constrict at the thought of you, or is it the disease that causes it? I can no longer tell. Thoughts of death fill my mind. Thoughts of my death; thoughts of yours. Time is trivial now. I'm dying; it's killing me from the inside out. I'm coming to find you, meet me by the gates.