Forsaken on 52 de Bloodjinn

My fingers did quiver and twitch. with palms moist from your sweat. a burst
of pain, then light turned black. and as this quiet choked my tongue i
struggled to my knees, and slowly began to weep. for this day the sun did
die. "goodbye my dear". whispering to myself, i never believed. i never
thought that i could take these things for granted. but as the darkness and
rain (surround me now.) i know that i was wrong. more that just the sun died
this day. "forgive? ; that which doesnt kill me only serves to make
me strong. you made only one mistake. you didnt kill me. you should have
killed me that day, because i am still breathing. i am still bleeding. i am
still breathing the anger you confine, breathing dies.