Time seemed to slow. I watched, frozen, as the blue eyes widened. When the words left his perfect mouth his eyes were hard and determined. Noble. Now they are wide, scared, the pupils contract to pinpoints as a shudder seemed to go through his body. There's a lull, like the calm before a storm. Then it happens, his body lurches, I watch his lips part as if to scream, but that doesn't happen because his mouth fills with red. It spills, dripping down his chin, tainting his perfect skin. No, it doesn't look right, his skin, petal soft and warm to the touch, it's covered in red.
That's not your color, I would always say, Blue, your color is blue
But red is everywhere, staining his gloves, coating the floor.
He's falling now. I want to catch him, I really do, but I can't, my body is paralyzed. So I watch, horrified. For a moment his body is suspended in mid air. He looks beautiful, as always, arms outstretched, reaching up, as if someone is going to catch him, going to save him. But nobody does. He's glowing too, like an angel. But he's not, angels can't die.
With a sickening thud, he hits the floor. It's like the final note of a song, the one you hold at the end, when you hear it, you know the beautiful melody is finished. Over. Dead.
The note fades, my body starts to shake. He's gone. I'm alone again, I don't know why I'm so surprised, I was always alone until I met him. I scream, I can't help it, I want to say something, apologize, call his name, but I can't. Wails pierce the air, my wails, ugly, grotesque, just like me. I feel something my chest,it aches, it's hollow, it hurts. I want to retch.
Somehow, I find my self beside him, kneeling in red. His red. Now we're both red. Just like a rose, he is the petals in full bloom, I'm the thorny stem. The glow he gave off is fading. He's wilting.
I'm crying, I clutch my head in my hands. Why did it have to end this way? He didn't deserve it, it should have been me lying there. He would have been fine with out me, there were other valets, suitable ones. I was replaceable. But he wasn't, he was my everything. Without him, there is no me.
Before I met him, I merely existed. I would read to distract myself from the strange things I'd see. I'd play piano to drown out the voices in my head. I was fine with it. But then I met him. For once in my life, I had something to live for, something to protect. I didn't deserve it, I never deserved his love.
Wake up, wake up please. You need to wake up. You're not finished writing that song remember? That one with the pretty melody. it kinda reminds me of forget-me-nots, they are the color of your eyes you know?
But he doesn't wake, does stir. He just lies there, pefectly still.
Arms reach out, hands grip my jacket, my red stained jacket. They try to pull me away, away from my beautiful crimson rose. I resist, I can't leave him, I have to protect him.
From what? A voice asks You've already hurt him.
Hands grab my arms this times, fingers curling around my biceps. So many hands, I can't escape, I struggle desperately, my arms reaching out. I ache to hold him close.
I hear people talking, but their voices sound so far away.
"...Building is on fire..."
"...Get up... gotta get out..."
I'm screaming again. I'm being dragged away, far far away from my wilting rose.
"You're going to die here if you stay Leo!"
I harsh laugh escapes my throat. My shoulders shake as I laugh maniacally. All sense of sanity gone.
I'm already dead.
Because, I'm a thorny stem and stem isn't a flower without petals.