Guilt-Morbius

As we walk out of the facility something feels different as I leave this time. The emotions that swim around in my chest are foreign to me. The way that I feel is foreign to me. When I came to mere moments from leading them out of the room, I was shocked. When I traveled into the portion of her soul that needed to be healed by me I never expected to make it out. Death has always been a priority for me instead off an option.

It was inevitable that someday it would happen. One of my enemies would return and finally put me out of my misery. The good doctor would get tired of my little bouts of rebellion. Hell my brother could have been the one to do it if he had of gotten loose. I might have tried one day with one of my knives when I could no longer face all the bad that I have done in the world. Me dying has always been a possibility.

However, the moment that I walked out of that facility and took a look around, I felt the weight of that decision leave me. My death was no longer as prom