promise

Dying doesn't sound scary if it'll be with you. I've had time to think; seconds turned into minutes, minutes to hours, hours to days, and it seemed peaceful in a way. If we were to go hand in hand, maybe I'll have the small, slither of a chance to make it to heaven. Or maybe I'd drag you to hell with me. If I had to pick who to spend my last days on earth with, I swear to all entities, it'd be you. My twin flame, my partner in crime. Let our love entangle our souls into one. With rings on our fingers, till death do us part. Just think about it. Please, spare me pain, give me mercy, and I'll heed your words. I beg of you, please die with me.