Remaining lives: None.
I tightened my grip.
I tried not to hear her cries.
I didn’t like that she’s afraid.
She was tired.
I knew the climax is near, “You’ll be free.”
She turned rigid.
I saw her eyes roll up in her head, the moment had arrived.
She was pale.
Emotion, pain, heat she could feel none.
It was all because of me. Her gateway.
I was a hurdle she had to conquer.
Why did I do it, you ask?
I did it, for her.
She was in pain,
But I knew what she had to gain.
It was freedom.
And what better freedom than being in her purest form?
As a soul.
Never trapped in a body.
So, I did it for her.
I snapped my cat’s neck on a bright
afternoon of summer.
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