AN: Inspired by City and Colour's Sleeping Sickness
I do not own this story or the song.


I awoke only to find my lungs empty,
And through the night, so it seems I'm not breathing.
And now my dreams are nothing like they were meant to be,
And I'm breaking down, I think I'm breaking down.


She was gone. He could not breathe. The air was completely gone from his lungs. He did not care if anyone was watching.

He was going to pass out. His vision was going hazy; blurring at the sides, field of view getting smaller and smaller...

He looked down. Her beautiful face was facing him. Those earth-shattering green eyes piercing his very soul, accusing him of killing her. And he did. He told. He spoke up. He murdered her.

He was getting woozy. And then-

He crashed to his knees. His fingers met her picturesque red hair. It was like a halo of fire surrounding his beautiful love.

But she was not his. She never was. She never would be. He screamed but no sound came out. There was no air left in his body. He was dying as she had. As they all would. The world was swallowing him whole. And there was no reprise. There was no salvation. She was gone. And it was his fault.

There was no one to save him. His soul had expired a lifetime ago. And now his body would too.

There was no one left. No one left to save his life.


Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole
Oh, how I'm breaking down.
Someone come and, someone come and save my life.
Could it be this misery will suffice.