This is what it’s like to be strangled. Thick, strong fingers close off your air. The entire world narrows to the burning in your lungs as they begin to scream for air and the pain of those fingers crushing your throat. Your brain begins to panic long before it needs to. It uses more oxygen than necessary, speeding up the process. But, when you have spent so many months fighting, you don’t have anything left to fight with. Maybe you don’t even want to because there is someone beautiful and pure beckoning to you, telling you that it is alright to let go, that you can come with her and not have to think about her being gone anymore.