conversation

"If you had one wish, what would that wish be?" the voice was filling my ears slowly, I looked up, I couldn't see him. His body was barely visible now. I had no idea how long he was standing there but I didn't dare to ask, I was scared. I could feel my skin crawl, my nails were cutting the fabric of the bed sheets. There was a flick of a thought in my head, and even though I couldn't speak, I forced myself to. I could think, for just a moment. The thought was weak, almost to weak to even exist, yet it did glow in my brain, flickering, begging for me to let it out.
My dry lips were bleeding, and when I finally spoke it sounded like somebody was scratching board with nails "For you to brake my heart.".