Angsty Drabble - Blog Posts

Nobody lives forever. Nor did you ever intend to, no matter what anybody did to try and convince you to accept the extended life span you simply couldn’t. Immortality seemed to be such a cold and lonely thing. The brothers begged and the angels pleaded with you to do it for them not understanding any of the downsides that came with immortality. So when you lose your life at the hands of a jealous succubus everybody is distraught. There was nothing they could do, nothing you would let them do to help you. All they could do was make sure you were comfortable as the demon's magic slowly and painfully ate at your body from the inside out, shutting it down with extreme agony they were sure but you never showed it. Never let them see the pain as you coughed up blood, and definitely didn’t let them see the way fear crept into your eyes at the thought of leaving them all behind in such a painful way. 

But there was nothing they could do. No amount of anguish or rage would fix this and when the time came to say goodbye nobody could bear to show up. Nobody could bear to watch the  life fade from your eyes and you died alone. Alone, and in pain, but understanding nonetheless, the same way you’d always been. You had no regrets though, you never wanted them to witness your quick deterioration for you knew where you’d end up when all of this was over.

This was the second week in a row. Dinner’s gone cold again and your husband was nowhere to be found. Again. At first he’d call, text, something to let you know he was alright and that he’d probably be late. But now, it was like you were living with a stranger. The photos on the wall seem duller as time goes by. Your once happy and thriving marriage is damaged by the distance between you and your beloved Shoto. The late hours caused you both irritation as you sat up waiting for him most nights so you stopped. Being well rested allowed you to remain smiling as your split haired husband spat venom at you for one thing or another that was bothering him. His lunch got cold at work? You should’ve packed it hotter. Trip over one of his giant work boots? You should’ve put them away. At this point you think you should’ve left before it got to this point, your wrist burning as he grips it not letting you remove yourself from the conflict. His face was cold as he scolded you for dropping a plate after he’d snuck back into the house. It always felt like walking on eggshells around your once soft and caring husband who no longer seemed to linger. It’s not until he comes home to a near empty house and divorce papers on the table does he realize everything he should’ve done differently. 

But it was too late and you were gone.