His tall, black shadow stretches acrost the ground and over me, his features are cloaked with the dark of night. I reach out to him, crimson blood dripping down my fingers, desperately croaking out his name.
I cry, I cling, I tell him of how I feel. How I've always felt. How he can't leave me like all the others. Not him.
Not him!
''Don't leave me!''
He brings his face close to my own, his golden eyes are like pools of honey. Rich, golden, honey.
Beautiful.
I see his lips curl up, a rare smile makes it's appearance. His face is a mirror to mine. All my shattered dreams, my worthless hopes and my clumsy confessions, they are reflected on his face.
Reflected.
His lips are pale and his smile is chaste. His eyes are glowing with emotion, with undying love. This is what I want, this is what I need, this is what I need him to be.
The chaste smile is a snarl, a cruel, cold, vicious snarl, mocking my existence. The honey-coloured eyes are hollow, they shine with a murderous gleam.
I pretend. Because as the blade goes through, and the pain starts to blossom, I see that his face was merely a reflection of my own. I merely pretended his emotions existed. I've been hurt, and I've been exposed to the truth.
I know that this is the end. I know you had to do it, Claude. You never loved me, and I don't blame you, because no one has ever loved me. But I will always love you.
I love you, Claude.
Yes, your highness.
And everything is alright.