Take me someplace where I can forget that I am alive, she said.
I don't know if such a place exists, he said.
Everywhere I've ever been is a painful reminder of the life vengefully coursing through our veins.
Then you haven't been inside my head, she said.
It's where our dreams lie vacant, washed up and buried. Bleached and dry to the bone, while the blood from them continues to feebly pump through my heart.
Take me someplace I can forget, she said. I can't be alive and undead at the same time.
He placed his palm on the small of her back and led her into the room where it all began.
Where the first words they ever uttered to each other still circled the air.
Where the images they drew together still weighed down the walls.
Where the music they listened to still guided their mismatched feet.
And where the deep gashes of the past stared back at them, hollow and open-mouthed.
If I leave you here alone, you will die, he said. And if I stay, I will no longer be alive.
So, what do we do?
Stay, she said, I will watch you play dead.
Take me someplace... I can forget... She said.