You couldn't withstand my stable black-hole ⚫ orbit. I watched as you were unable to prep for slingshot out across time and space, and teetered dangerously to fall in, past event horizon. You could not sustain with accretion disk, careening in to tumble wildly in its chaos, as you began stretching like noodles, expressionless agony in incessant hell.
I nudged you away from singularity. Being innermost circle is certainly not worth the life. You pay a smaller price, of so many forbidden, maddening secrets comfortably locked away.
Quietus. For dependency must end, so that your emancipation may begin.
Your time ran out. Cheerful, positive, supportive till the end, nevertheless you and I knew, without communicating, that each day was another bonus towards the last. Your affirmations hid well, the emptiness of a frozen beaming countenance in time, for a future does not develop beyond that.
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