I never meant for this to happen. You're lying here, in my bed.
Dead.
And I'm the one lying beside you, the crimson tide that sprung freely from your throat has drenched us both and now I'm covered in your blood. An intoxicating mix of sex and magic and I'm afraid that if I don't shower now I'll never do it and I'll look like the monster you always refused to believe I am.
Shit.
I've closed your eyes now, do you notice? Pools of ocean seeing through everything and always believing things will be brighter tomorrow.
They won't be without you.
I can't spend an eternity this way. I just can't do it.