The panicked look on his face doesn’t help his case. “No, no, I—”
I pull the note that was left for me from my pocket and hold it right in front of his face. “You wrote this, didn’t you? Go on, admit it.”
He reads over the words. “Taken care of the body …” He frowns. “No.”
“Bullshit,” I hiss, and I immediately snatch the notebook from his fingers. “Give me that.”
“Wait, don’t—”
I ignore his pleas and open the small book, wondering what else he’s written in here. If he’s the one who wrote me that note, I’ll know soon enough just by his handwriting.
However, the words on the page catch me off guard.
A mountain of suffering before you
Climb higher and higher
Surrender to none
Black sky filters through your lungs
Like soot raining down upon your soul
Bear your fangs
Only fire will quench the rain
Higher and higher to the tallest hill
Do not let it be in vain
Dredging pain like sludge
Console you
Tears of ruin cascade down
Feet entwined
Hands bound
But none will stand before you
So heavy is the crown
You bear
A void so perfect
It swallows even the air
Breathe
Breathe
Breathe
One final breath
