bloodymelly
When sister Natalie set her eyes on the vial, it was all over. The sweet red liquid was her choice of demise. She stroked it with her fingertips steadily before she lifted the bottle. Her lips anticipated the sting of the poison before it passed them, and her blood cried for many minutes before it stopped.
Of all the things I could have missed, the one thing I did was love. I missed the love that could have been given to me if I let it happen. It didn't interest me at the time, but now I see what would have mad my life complete - having that love. Now I'm a solitary person, without anyone else. Without love and that is what I've missed.