something not even Jesus could forgive

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she hadn’t been his wife

because her religious family would never

allow their sweet treasure

to marry a lowlife like him

But she had been his girlfriend because

she needed to rebel

against her family somehow

But very little of that mattered now

She was no longer among

the living

and it was her own choice

Enforced by two fistfuls of pills

and half a bottle of 65% proof vodka

Her family was beginning

to forget her

now

Suicide was something not even Jesus could

forgive

“I’m stronger than Jesus himself then!”

he shouted in the

hand mirror she left behind

at his place. “I forgive you! And I

still love you.”

He smashed the hand mirror against the wall

and knelt amongst the

shards

They watched him from below

with crimson eyes

Eyes that reminded him of hers when she was

crying in his arms,

talking endlessly about her stupid family who

won’t take mental issues like depression

and anxiety seriously. They said

it was but a phase

and she just needed to grow up

and pray some more. Also, her lowlife

boyfriend needed to go

If only that last

rule wouldn’t have been in place…

She would’ve been here now,

he knew

He reached for the

largest shard,

not breaking contact with the crimson eyes,

and stabbed it deep into

the wrist of his left hand

“Haha,” he said, still looking

at the eyes. “Just like when you took

bathroom breaks from the sermon to video-call me. I… still love you, babe…”