The Coldness
It was cold. It was so very cold. The tear however felt unusually warm against his skin, warmed by his own blood. The red tear rolled slowly down his scared check, only to depart at his strong jaw line. The tear must have grown cold as it fell through the winter's air. It must have felt like ice by the time it had hit her skin. Her beautiful white smooth skin, now to be stained with a drop of red.
"I am sorry," came a small weak whisper.
He opened his eyes to look into his love's one last time. What he saw was sadness, regret, and love. Love. Love for a man like him. Love for the man who had taken her happiness and now her life. "Why" he wanted to ask her, "Why do you still love me?" But the question was never asked. It merely lingered at his lips, along with everything else he so desperately wanted to say to her. All that he could do was to simply stare into her dark, endless orbs. He didn't know what his eyes said to her, but he hoped it was love. He hoped that she could see his absolute love for her.
"If we could only stay like this," he thought. "You in my arms, staring into one another's eyes, confessing our love in silence." But this moment was not to last. Even as the man stared into her eyes with all his love, they still continued to grow dim. When her eyes had gently closed for the last time, his own grew wide with surprise and despair, only then to be closed as well.
He embraced her lifeless form. Upon her shoulder he rested his weary head, burying his face within her dark mass of hair. From his tightly shut eyes escaped pained tears. More red drops fell onto the stained whiteness before him.
He drew her close to him. He had wanted her to return the embrace, but nothing came. He had wanted to smell her scent of flowers, but she now smelled of only blood. He had wanted to feel her warmth, but she had grown cold.
Snow began to fall around the two stilled forms. It was cold. It was so very cold.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kenshin. (I hope that is satisfactory)
I am sorry about the shortness of the fic, but writing it and opening an account with ff was a insomniac spur of the moment kind of thing. If you would like me to go back revise and make longer just ask. Or should I just leave it as it is and start a new story. Or should I just simply quit while I am ahead and stick to reading the fics. Honestly what do you think?
It was cold. It was so very cold. The tear however felt unusually warm against his skin, warmed by his own blood. The red tear rolled slowly down his scared check, only to depart at his strong jaw line. The tear must have grown cold as it fell through the winter's air. It must have felt like ice by the time it had hit her skin. Her beautiful white smooth skin, now to be stained with a drop of red.
"I am sorry," came a small weak whisper.
He opened his eyes to look into his love's one last time. What he saw was sadness, regret, and love. Love. Love for a man like him. Love for the man who had taken her happiness and now her life. "Why" he wanted to ask her, "Why do you still love me?" But the question was never asked. It merely lingered at his lips, along with everything else he so desperately wanted to say to her. All that he could do was to simply stare into her dark, endless orbs. He didn't know what his eyes said to her, but he hoped it was love. He hoped that she could see his absolute love for her.
"If we could only stay like this," he thought. "You in my arms, staring into one another's eyes, confessing our love in silence." But this moment was not to last. Even as the man stared into her eyes with all his love, they still continued to grow dim. When her eyes had gently closed for the last time, his own grew wide with surprise and despair, only then to be closed as well.
He embraced her lifeless form. Upon her shoulder he rested his weary head, burying his face within her dark mass of hair. From his tightly shut eyes escaped pained tears. More red drops fell onto the stained whiteness before him.
He drew her close to him. He had wanted her to return the embrace, but nothing came. He had wanted to smell her scent of flowers, but she now smelled of only blood. He had wanted to feel her warmth, but she had grown cold.
Snow began to fall around the two stilled forms. It was cold. It was so very cold.
Disclaimer: I don't own Kenshin. (I hope that is satisfactory)
I am sorry about the shortness of the fic, but writing it and opening an account with ff was a insomniac spur of the moment kind of thing. If you would like me to go back revise and make longer just ask. Or should I just leave it as it is and start a new story. Or should I just simply quit while I am ahead and stick to reading the fics. Honestly what do you think?