Can A Heart Break…While It's Still Beating?
He sighed heavily, although barely audible, as he went to kiss his wife on the cheeks. Her very pale face lit up with a pale pink as she smiled.
"I won't be gone long, now. Now, you know what to do while I'm away?"
"Yes, dear." He grinned half heartedly, reassuring her that he was quite capable of taking care of himself. She straightened his lapel and smoothed his jacket, a nervous tick she had always done. She refused to look him in the eyes as she placed her hand on his tie. Victor placed his own hand on his wife's.
"Everything's will be fine. Now please take care of your ailing aunt so so she doesn't…uh…um.. y-you know.." He fumbled over his words, trying to avoid the subject of no avail, Victoria's pupils grew dull, glazed over. Heat began to rise in his neck and he picked at his collar to get some cool. Victor knew very well how she dealt with the idea of passing and the underworld. Many years have passed in the married life and it was very obvious that they were committed to each other. Until death do us part, right? He thought quietly to himself. Yet, whenever the dead or deceased arises in conversation Victoria grinds her teeth just a bit. Uneasy with the subject, for it reminds her of…her. The married couple have never discussed this issue, because there was never any issue to discuss. Victoria, at the most, gets just uncomfortable and one can barely notice. But to Victor, he catches it every time.
"I love you. Safe travel, darling." Bidding her goodbye, he placed a kiss on her forehead. She smiled to herself and wrapped her hand around her husband's, giving it a final squeeze, before letting go. She stepped in the carriage, never taking her eyes of Victor. Their gaze remained unbroken, even when Victor could no longer make out the silhouette. He stood there on the steps of his house, alone.