Sábado 9 de noviembre en Casa del Ogro.

I've seen this before; a picture of us, of what we had become; of our dreams, struggling as they tried to separate from what we knew was beauty and greatness. We were trapped within each other's embrace, but we were not breathing. We were no longer breathing the same air. Slowly, we unclasped our hands. I could feel your bony fingers, smooth and warm, slowly leaving mine. I took another breath from what was left of the space we once shared. It was a scent I never thought I would forget. So I closed my eyes and felt how cold my hands had become and I thought of you. You were no longer there. There was only I and the emptiness painted all over my being; of shades of black and white. Just like this. I've seen this before. It was that time you said you'd never let go..but you did.