Dove

My breath hitched, the moment he held my wrist to stop me, his grip so light as if he was holding something made out of feathers.

He pleaded, while looking down at his feet, "Then... take me Ava, to where sinners go. But please take me yourself. So, I can be with you, just for a second more." His voice turned so soft at the end, just a whisper, for a moment I thought I only imagined him saying that.

That was probably the most I've ever heard him say.

Please don't make me doubt my decisions. It's best to stay away from you. I'm not strong enough to face the loss again, when it comes.