The Price of Damnation

I stare at him through the glass, into his deep, empty, black eyes. No signs of remorse completely void of emotion. He just sits in his steel folding chair looking at me. It seems like an odd price to pay, damnation for petty revenge. Revenge is to strong even. I had no control over it, and I did everything I could to stop it, change it, reverse it, and take it upon myself instead. I loved her too, I lost her too. It’s funny really, that he would blame me. She was on her way to his house. That was the longest three days of my life. I guess he blames me for her death because I was holding her hand when she passed. He couldn’t take that I was there and he wasn’t. I was holding her hand when she passed and he was asleep in the foyer. He loved her so much too; I don’t know how he was able to leave her side, even for a moment. I suppose her love is what kept me there and not him.

I kick and pound on the walls around me. I punch at the ceiling but nothing moves, it just shortens the little time I have left. He pulls a gun from behind his chair and points it at me and then himself. His emotionless face twists. What was empty is now filled with guilt. Not for what he is doing to me, but for what he has done to himself. His longing for her is too great and the wait is too long. The hammer drops and his eternal wait for comfort is abruptly ended. It seems mine will be has as well. I take a deep breath and my lungs fill with the cold water that surrounds me and I fade into black. I waited for my life to flash before my eyes. It is a wait that will never end.