I had been ready to give it all up - everything. I had been half out of my mind as the heat carried me away from my consciousness. I had thought, 'Why fight a pointless battle?'
Once that thought had sunk in, everything had become easy to deal with. What had come after that had been lost inside a dark, stagnant void. No more violence, no more pain, no more coarse words. But the most important thing was no more false belief. It had been just me and the darkness.
They said acceptance was what brought peace to our minds. Though there was only a slight difference with the word giving up in my opinion. Yet, when my eyes had met yours, I'd like to believe that mine was not giving up but acceptance to a new hope.
You were not the last person in my mind, neither were you the person whom I had called for. You were a mere stranger, a supposed passerby in the day, and a forgotten yesterday by tomorrow.
But by the end of the day, you were the only one who had come to save me.
