Even if it killed me. Would you like a short poem or a character monologue in the same style?
"I'm the one who will spend eternity reminding you," he whispered. Fisilti - Becca Fitzpatrick
The world tilted. The rain stopped mid-air. And for the first time since I woke up empty, I remembered what falling felt like. Even if it killed me
"Do I know you?" I asked, my voice a stranger's. The world tilted
Then I saw him. Leaning against a graveyard oak, black jeans soaked through, a crooked smile that didn't reach his haunted eyes. The rain parted around him, as if even the sky knew to kneel.
But at night, the fisilti came. Whispers in the dark. A voice like cold fire, saying my name like a prayer and a warning all at once. Patch.
"Angel," he said, the word scraping out of a throat full of broken glass.