It is time to end this. You can get him out, while you still can. You can be together. You will set him free. It is the greatest thing to do for love. Nobody stops you when you buy the surgical-grade boxcutter from the school store. You wonder if anyone even notices you. Nobody is there with you in the observation tower. You push the spine-like blade out from its black plastic shielding. A fresh, unblemished blade. It is very sharp. Though you know you're doing the right thing, your hand trembles as you move the blade above Crimsona Major. You remember dissecting frogs and sheep hearts in college. Is there any difference? It will only sting for a moment. You have your gauze. You've swallowed as many painkillers as is safe to ingest. Even so, you see stars. You see a dark, twisting night, an ouroboros of space and time. You see it all in the closing gap between your arm and the tool. Outside, it is a half-moon.
EVERYTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY
I LOVE YOU
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