As the cancer continued to spread through her brain, Tom tried to maintain composure but could not avoid the black veil of sadness that draped his soul. He was going to miss the times they laughed. The softness of her hands and the gentleness of her touch. The smell of her hair and how it reminded him of the lilac …show more content…
Margaux screamed for her mother, but she was nowhere to be found. Long ostracized from her family, Margaux’s parents paid her funeral expenses in advance, signed the order not to resuscitate, and left town. It was only after countless sleepless nights that Tom came upon the morphine pills prescribed to Margaux; a feudal attempt to dull the pain of oncoming death. In order to desensitize his own trauma, Tom ingested the pill, seeking to evade the emptiness that slowly filled the space occupied by love. Margaux’s skin now dangled from her skeleton, while the sun only provided motivation for the overwhelming migraines. The darkness inside the apartment now mimed the aura of the room, welcoming the impending passing; only to have the dark angel pass by, leaving behind a trail of suffering. Tom held himself to the same captivity, never leaving her