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I sat there on the park bench, Amelia and i had always sat here. the cool air of the night caressed my face and i could feel the tears stream down my face as i saw the moon... the same exact moon as it was a year ago, when she and i first met, watching the moon on this very same bench... i could feel the tears soaking into my black sweater, i sigh and the smoke of the soul that comes with cold weather came out...

i felt as if i were going to die, that it would have been better if she stabbed me with a knife, instead of her words...her voice was so cold when she said that she didn't want me any more, she told me that the time we had spent meant nothing to her, and she just wanted to get it behind her...

all those kisses, all those embraces, all those nights we spent in each others arms... nothing...

Amelia disliked my penchant for alcohol... even though she had bought me the flask im drinking from right now... aged brandy... 12 years.

How soft her minute hands felt in mine...

the soft caress and burn of alcohol on my throat...

How she tugged at my ear with her teeth...

How her beautiful long brown hair trailed on my skin... i shudder at the thought.

How her blue-gray eyes pierced through me ... chilled me to the bone, and made me feel worth at the same time...

there was always the bizzare aura of youth and warmth surrounding her... her exuberance was the stuff of legends...

"heh!" i said into the night air, the smell of alcohol invading my nose.

"I could freeze here tonight, and i don't give a damn"

I felt sleep possess me... i felt my body shift slowly on the bench my eyes were already closed... and i faded... gently faded into slumber...

i thought to myself "When i wake up, either angels or harpies will be my lovers..."

and i slept...i wept and i slept...

"hey"

let me die... please...

"wake up"

leave me alone... Amelia... i know that's you...let me go...

"Take him to my place... he'll die out here"

cut my kidney out or some thing... make use of me, but please let me die...

...so there i was... being carried to somebody's house...