Jessie Walker

A loneliness in him that resonates with the loneliness in me.

I don’t want to die. Not now. Not yet, not yet…
I haven’t even gotten a chance to live.
It’s ironic, considering how I got in this mess in the first place.
But that was before…

Stars dance across my vision, and I think of the tattoo on Nolan’s shoulder.
The night sky.
If there’s a heaven, I hope that’s where it is.
Embedded in his skin.