I couldn't sleep at midnight.
I just saw him beside me, fast asleep.
I woke him up and told him the matter.
He stood up, dragged me to the chair.
He left.
I waited.
He came in walking with wine in one of his hands.
He poured some in my Bordeaux glass but none in his.
I see his eyes, shining yet still dark.
Something happened: I suddenly could hardly breathe, my sight was blurry first, then swirling.
Memories started to flow in my mind.
I started screaming. I couldn't take the pain.
During my agony, he carried me to our bed.
He pinned me up and started sucking my soul.
His lips were cold but soft.
I could still see his eyes, it was dark. But my vision wasn't clear anymore.
I could feel him sucking up the energy stored in me.
And even my memories and emotions.
Then he took his lips off mine.
He smirked seductively. It was a job well done and a mission accomplished for him.
But what's left with me is a body and forever melancholy.