A sweet gasp escaped his lips. All I could do was dry my tongue along the chapped skin of my own lips in anticipation.
He was so responsive. It drove me over the edge to see him like this.
He shivered underneath the cold touch of my fingertips. Or had it been something else? I couldn't tell.
I brushed those same cold fingertips over his chest and he groaned softly, breath hitched, eyes shutting tightly.
I couldn't have asked for a more perfect moment to marvel in.
The blood that leeked from his chest was so satisfying to my dark colored eyes, and I licked his salty skin, which now tasted somewhat metallic due to all of the blood.
It was such a beautiful sight.
That knife digging into his warm flesh, the kisses I trailed down his body still very visable.
Absolutely beautiful.
His eyes turned blank. I didn't even catch his body as it collapsed next to me.
Not a single tear.
He was gone.
I couldn't help but keep telling myself "it's for our own good" even though I knew it was true. How could it not be?
Death will always overcome pain. Always.
That was my solution that fateful day.
I would wish the both of us happiness.
Even if everyone else was so against it.