He stood there in front of me with no expression on his face. In his eyes however I saw his soul. Any other at this moment would be lusting for the power that the object in my hand radiated, but no, not him. What I didn't see was not that shocking compare to what they revealed. They were sad. The swirls of gold were beautiful but this look in them, it seemed wrong. He looked like he was losing something that he held close to his heart. Certainly it wasn't me. This stoic creature would not be distraught over the death of a simple human girl.
Yet, as he stepped closer and unsheathed his blade I could see the complete an utter destruction of his soul in the depths of his honey-golden eyes. Suddenly, I didn't feel sorry for myself. I regreted ever having asked him to do this. It was too late though, there was no turning back.
His posture was perfect of course, as well as his technique. I saw a brief reflection of myself in his blade. It was only then did I notice I was crying. He took another step closer and I clutched the jewel to my chest. My eyes flicked over to his and as soon as our gaze met, faster than I could blink, the blade pierced my still beating heart. I felt the horrible, excrutiating pain that had been expected but I did not cry out. I stepped closer to him and using the last of my breath just for him, I told the truth.
" Feel no guilt for this night. You can pierce my heart with your blade but it will always belong to you. All I ask is that you remember me." I clenched my hand into a fist but continued. I could make my next words no more than mere whispers." Thank you, my love." I vaguely noticed the tear sliding down his pale cheek before I collapsed. With my deeds done in this world, I let the darkness consume me.