Finally I've done it
I watch his body go limp
inhaling the sweet scent of blood
Licking it off my finger
As my gloves and boots are soaked
With the last of his strength
He reaches up to me
And I laugh, smacking his hand down
Crushing his fingers
As I walk away
The last thing I hear
Is him calling my name
And I almost turn around
My heart becomes heavy
My steps become slow
What is this feeling!?
Is it…guilt?
I growl at the weakness
Turning around
Running in the direction I had come from
When I got back his body was gone
Just a perfect outline in the sand made of blood
I fall to my knees
Grasping handful after handful of bloody sand
Begging the world that is isn't true
As the outline was filled with tears
I fight and I struggle
But he doesn't let go
And soon I just stop fighting
Smiling a bit as I rest on his arm
Simply enjoying the moment…