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A/N: Hello everyone! I know it's been a long while since you've heard from me, but yes, I'm still alive. Anyway, I've finished this Epilogue/Sequel a some time ago. I just never posted it. So, without further chit-chat, I present you with Love's Keen Sting! =]]
Love's Keen Sting {An Epilogue}
Darkness. Pure and utterly complete darkness filled my cell. The cries and pleas of my fellow prison mates echoed off the cold stone walls. I occupied only a solitary corner of my allowed living space. I had no reason to cry. I deserved to be here, I thought. My fists clenched and blood trickled slowly down my palms.
I can still recall it perfectly. The memory seems unnaturally intensified in my depression-like state. Like time has slowed for the sole purpose of increasing my suffering. But perhaps the worst and most vivid thing is the way the moon reflected its dim blue light on the red mass that pooled around her frozen figure.
Oh, how that lone image haunts me. It wills me to meet a similar fate. Whispers that it will end the pain. But I am not so gullible even now. I know nothing can. It is a burden that I must carry long after my demise.
Somewhere in the darkness a single tear hit the ground.
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I was beginning to fear I was on the verge of insanity – if I was not already firmly in its grasp. I'd lost track of time, for the light of day never showed her face. My only indication would have been the meals slid under the door, but I paid no attention and did not eat.
Occasionally, out of increasing thirst, I would lick the blood that trailed down my arm. Palms and wrists littered with scars, the rusted taste was a small reminder that being here was only temporary.
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As I sunk deeper into madness I saw her. She watched me spiral downward, allowing me the joy of her silent company, even touching my cheek once.
I think she pitied me.
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I'm not sure how long I'd been imprisoned before they came for me. I didn't fight. I knew it was inevitable and I felt it was fair. And eye for an eye. My life for hers.
I can't recall the faces of those who towered over me. Though, I quite clearly remember Lena's shadowy figure watching from the corner. Her face was creased with worry.
Seeing her face one last time made my demise justified, and it was the last thing I saw before the world went black...
