Precise,
like clockwork.
Tight,
everything in its place.
Hits,
delivered flawlessly.
Small,
just me,
at night,
alone in a chair.
Then,
hesitation,
opening the door,
to you
(and to my death).
Needing me to survive,
we trained,
worked hard,
fell in love.
The final hit,
for you.
I died,
but now,
you can,
move on,
and grow in the light.
Enlightenment Fan Fiction 