I know that. But I breathe this moment in for a few seconds more, just a few perfect seconds of you and me, pure sensation, absolute truth.
Then I come up beside you, and I slowly draw the largest of the carving knives from its rack, and I slit your throat.
I don’t know what I expected. Perhaps for you to vanish in a puff of smoke.
You swallow, and stagger, and you raise a hand to the peeling lips of the wound as the blood runs forth, and you are mouthing something to me, your eyes displaying nothing but human incomprehension and hurt as you topple forward into my arms, and its your dying weight upon me, your blood spilling onto my chest and my face and I am screaming, oh, God, I am screaming…
...because I haven’t beaten back a phantom, I haven’t conquered an illusion.
I’ve killed you. I’ve killed my one true home."
I Am In Eskew, ep 28: Belonging