Hello everyone! Welcome! This little one-shot (for now) is a little something I came up with recently, but I don't know if I should make it a story or just leave it as the something it is. Please review and let me know what you think, I'd really like to know :) Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy it!
Blood falls. It falls fast, pattering like rain. Her blood, her bones, her eyes, her smile; they all flicker before my eyes, a mere memory: when I saw the last drop of life fall from her eyes, when I saw her being promised to another man, when I saw her look away from me for the first time, when my hand connected to her throat.
Tighter, she said. So, ever so complying, tighter I squeezed. Until I could almost see her eyes bulging from her skull, until I could almost feel her marrow snap under my fist. Tighter until she laughed, tighter until she would finally smile at me.
"Kill me" I squeeze
"Smother me" I break
"Save me" I steal.
My palm opens and she falls limp, futureless, thudding softly against crimson ground. Just who's blood is this? My hands, arms, clothing, all dyed a beautiful red. Will my face be also stained by this beauty? And so my mind drifts, rapt by the picturesqueness of this hue.
Just who's blood is this? My eyes search the barren land and I fall to my knees, for before me lay my beloved.
Limp, bloody and dead; but she was finally smiling. With equal beauty and grace as when we first crossed paths, as I am sure she had always been. I search her face for a hint of something, anything. Any pain, sadness or betrayal, but I see nothing but elation in her lackluster eyes. Her eyes! Orbs that once shown a beautiful emerald now glow a dim jade; her piercing gaze directed at me, smiling at me for the very first and last time. What could I do to preserve this look forever? This charming image will disappear; how could I engrave it in my memory?
I have taken her life, her future and her fate, I have killed my beloved, and the feeling is euphoric. The sheer fulfilment running through my veins drowns my wicked indulgence, slays my conscience and overpowers any sense of humanity that might have survived in me throughout the countless enemies I have overpowered in battle.
Bleed for me, I beg.
Sing for me, I curse.
Dye this world that beautiful crimson, I pray
May this blood last for eternity, may this blood not dry, and may it not wash away or fade. Write your name in crimson and let the wind carry it wherever I cannot follow. Let this tint follow me forever, let it cover me and let it reveal my revolting depravity; my unforgivable sin.
My skin shivers by the passing wind, my frame slackens by the touch of water gently blurring my vision and I come undone. I bawl, I howl and I shatter; I rejoice.
My last thought before I am overcome with this raging tempest in my mind is that I am free, I am complete, and now I can surrender myself to the Abyss.
Her name in blood, and her eyes on me; her deepest secret lies in front of me…I kill only what I love, but what I loved was never mine.
Well, this is the end for now. I'm not sure if I should continue it or leave it as it is; I'd like to know what you think! Would you like to know what happened, or did you like it like this? Let me know! I value both guest's and other writers' opinions greatly! ;D Until next time!
Aiiro Hart