Haunting memories trailed behind me as I inhaled the chemical fumes, smoke burning my lungs. Haunting me like a ghost as my eyes witnessed the crashing of meteorites into our delicate planet's surface, the burning of the pages of the history books. Memories surfacing as I heard the desperate cries, the forgotten songs, the chorus of despair. I tasted a bitter taste as I felt my very flesh melt away.

What...what was happening? I had done everything I knew how to do to keep you with me...just for you to leave me here, a dog to be put to sleep. But you were...are...alive. God, I'm already thinking of you in past tense. I can not forget you. I mustn't. Someday you'll come around...right? Someday you'll be gone. Someday I'll be gone. What if...why would...you let time pass on, the concept of it plastered on the clock, a numerical value meant to signify how much of your life had gone by...until you die without giving me closure?

Horrible thoughts interrupted my pondering as I realized that, in my mind,
you
are
already
dead.
And I
can
not
save
you.

Sure, I saved your life, sure I did. But I can't save your soul. That's someone else's job-your job. My time with you is up.

You are already dead.