Chromaggia
Summary:
Very short one shot.
You don't have to see, if you don't want. One moment of pain and you should see never again.
Title from Repo!Genetic opera.
From Christine's POV.
Warning, rather depressing, thought (I think) quite happy.
I had made my choice. It had been so simple, that it scared me a bit. One "I do" and no way back. The question was what now? Where would this marriage go?
Tonight was my wedding night, but where I was? In a cold dark chamber, five floors beneath earth surface.
Alone.
Oh, not really alone. As I had seen, before candle burned out, room had a tapestry with small red roses. Without thorns, of course. What did my husband think? That I would make friends of mine from one of those roses? Or was it a wardrobe what had he on mind? I made my way to bed, fortunately without falling in the darkness of chamber. Bed was large, four poster, in style (as whole room was) of Ludwig Philippe. My trembling body filled only infinitesimal spot and it, plus coldness of solitude, made me feel really miserable.
Suddenly I heard footsteps, nearer and nearer to doors of chamber. I shuttered with unexpected fear. I really wanted to slap myself, right on a cheek. A few moments before, I wished I didn't have been left alone and yet I prayed he would just go away. I realized that I, after all I had been through, I still feared him. I feared my husband, whom I had chosen by my own free will.
Loving, dutiful wife indeed!
"Curse me" I shouted silently. "Curse me, for I am in love with you soul, and cannot love your face."
But was face what really mattered, here, in kingdom of night, dark as Erebos? If I would accept him, all of him, he would be faithful husband, kind as a lamb and would love me with all of his broken heart. There was no sense in asking myself if I could do this? I knew the answer would be "no".
But there was still a way. I blew a candle and, with fingers trembling with fear, found knitting needles.
"Forgive me, my dear." I breathed." I will love you now better, as you deserve."
Without single hesitate, I brought one of needles to my eyes. Somehow I managed to stay silent. Then strange, yet familiar darkness unfurled around me.
My husband entered to chamber, his arms found mine, I curled in his embrace and kissed him.
I looked at him with my eyesless face, knowing we could finally live happily ever after.
