AN: This was a quick one-shot I wrote in about twenty minutes last night, er, early morning. I have no idea what spurred it on, but whatever I still write it. I won't say anything negative about it because I know it won't make me like this piece much. Who cares if 'unbeating' isn't a word. Screw it.
.x.
He looked towards the sky, a seamless sheet of inky black only disturbed by the buttermilk moon.
The landscape was soft, dreamy as if a sheer veil lay over the earth and turned it into a moon-kissed fantasy. Everything was washed out, almost colourless in the moon's silver light, but it attributed to a certain, indescribable beauty that only one other could rival.
He gazed at the starless sky. The only constant companions he had had vanished on this night, leaving him cold and lonely. His pale, pale hair and ivory cream skin stood stark against the dark backdrop and made him appear more ethereal than he already was. More like the angel he knew he wasn't.
His captivating eyes shifted to something else. As he started down, guilt and remorse eating away at his already broken, unbeating heart, he couldn't help but hear it shatter even more, hear it shrivel up and crumble as he recalled their last moments together.
The tall man cast a sorrowful glance at the bushel of white roses, the colour of pure, unblemished snow, planted in a sea of crimson petals., their colour reminidng him of the consequences of eternal damnation. Of the need he felt for the holder of his heart.
Time was both a saint and a sinner: In a mere split-second, Time could bring life into the world, and before that second was over, it could take it away. Their time together felt like a blink of an eye to him despite the years of life they spent with one another.
Now, with one last tearful look, he departed the gravesite.
"I could have promised you forever."
.x.
AN: Reviews are love. Don't forget to grab somebody sexy and tell 'em, "Hey." Live by it.