The rain kept coming down from the black sky and all the lies were washed away.
And what was left was the bare truth. A truth that neither of us was ready to face.
A truth that killed everything that we ever believed in, hoped for and hide from.
We were done. And that was the moment to admit it.
We were dead inside and there was no salvation.
So we decided to return to our graves, where we belonged in the first place.
We buried ourselves fifteen feet underground.
And the outside met the inside.
And we weren't hurting anymore.
Death had won the battle.
We were defeated.