Falling In Love With Death

This is a short story about an instance in which my love was actually quite depressed and wanted to leave. He would tell me that he was going to go away for a while so that he could think, and I used to get worried. Luckily he doesn't talk like that anymore, but this story circled in my head since the very first time he brought it up. It's a little rough, I really like the beginning but personally I find it winds down as it progresses.