Wash away the blood
Leaning against the castle wall, I stared blankly into a broken piece of mirror.
Why was it broken? I broke it, it was just a painful reminder... Iheld on tighter to the shattered glass and refuse to stop even when my blood trickled down my finger to my wrist finally to my elbow where from there it dripped into a silent puddle in front of me.
Demon blood, another painful reminder...I held the mirror up and peered back at the sullen face.
I started to gently trace all five of my demon markings with blood, mainly to hide them.
Sometimes I wish I could just erase them away or better yet cut them from my face. The mirror, the blood, and my markings all reminders...of what? Of why i can't be with the one I truly love. My demonic blood and features kept her at a distance along with my foolish pride.
I promised myself to never grow soft but unfortunatly her warm smile has melted the icy cage around my heart and for
what? To have my social status rip her from my arms, yes my status was to blame but wait I do not care for so many things why does this subjest tear me apart so.
I am free but why do I feel bound to society and tradition? Fuck society...Fuck tradition, damn it all to hell.
Suddenly I hear the door creak open and her smile instantly lights up the dark room, behind my mask I smile back at her though she cannot see it.
What she does see though is my markings trced with my drying blood. She has grown so much and now she too understands what all this means.
Her smile quickly fades and I think I can smell salty tears forming. She walks over to the other side of the room, grabs a cloth and dips it in the wash bin.
After ringing it out she slowly walks over to me. I didn't move, just peered under my bangs at her.
She kneels in front of me and lowers her head.
Although tears are steadily dripping down her face she grins and starts to wash my face. "Thanks," I mutter, " But it won't change anything.." As soon as I said it I regretted it. A look of hurt crossed her tear dampened features. I grabbed her raised wrist and she drops the cloth. I gently turned her face towards me.
She knew what was going to happen and her grin started to slide back into plave. Before it could though I stopped it by capturing her lips with a long passionate kiss leaving me wanting more.
I pulled away and pulled her into my chest. Once again I startedto smell forming tears. I looked down and one by one her fallen tears washed away my forgotten blood on the floor. Silently I grinned and pulled her closer to my chest.
"Rin thanks for washing away my blood." I thought to myself and on that night, society and tradition was forgotten...
