I traced the sun kissed skyline with my eyes. The ocean reflecting a red sheen reminded me of the blood I spilt. Isabela's image followed me into the deepest of myself, her lifeless form burned behind my eyes. This tale as old as time had befallen me during a crime of passion. It fell flat upon regaining my senses.
Resolutions are silly things when you're old. When death is knocking at your door, achievements are the least of your concerns. The journey of self-denial finally coming to an end, I will await tonight's darkness to atone for my sins.