Erik
I knew I shouldn't have moved. I should have just waited until she was gone to come out. I could have if she hadn't filled her voice with such longing and hope. The longing in her voice tore at my heart and burned in my soul.
When she began to walk away, I moved just to get a better look at her. She saw me however and I was forced back into the shadows. I had to bite my lip to keep from calling her name. She owned my soul and held my heart in her hand.
After she was gone, I walked slowly back to my lair. I went into the room that had once been hers and laid down on the bed. The room still smelled like her. The scent of her hair still lingered on the pillows. I grabbed one of them and held it close to me.
I longed to wrap my arms around her again and whisper words of love into her ear. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to feel her against me and feel the passion we shared fifteen long years ago. I longed for her to be mine again. To be my wife; not the wife of some snobby patron.
I knew I could have none of this. She was a mother. If not for her son I could have gotten her back. It would have been so easy to kill Raoul and take her back; but her son complicated things. She loved him more than she loved Raoul. I couldn't ruin her life by taking her son away from her.
I dropped my hand to the side of the bed and reached underneath it. I felt around until I found what I had been searching for; a knife. The blade gleamed even in the dim, candlelit room. I raised it up and positioned it directly over my heart. Quite ironic, I thought. This is the place I choose to die for Christine, when this is also the place where she gave herself to me completely.
I had just started to bring the knife down to end my life, when I felt someone grab my wrist. I looked up and nearly dropped the knife in shock. I knew who I was looking at, but I couldn't believe it.
I slowly put the knife down next to me. I sat up, my heart beating rapidly in surprise. I cleared my throat and looked around the room nervously. I hadn't even heard them come in. I finally looked back into the eyes of my rescuer. They were full of confusion, disbelief, and sorrow.
I knew I shouldn't have moved. I should have just waited until she was gone to come out. I could have if she hadn't filled her voice with such longing and hope. The longing in her voice tore at my heart and burned in my soul.
When she began to walk away, I moved just to get a better look at her. She saw me however and I was forced back into the shadows. I had to bite my lip to keep from calling her name. She owned my soul and held my heart in her hand.
After she was gone, I walked slowly back to my lair. I went into the room that had once been hers and laid down on the bed. The room still smelled like her. The scent of her hair still lingered on the pillows. I grabbed one of them and held it close to me.
I longed to wrap my arms around her again and whisper words of love into her ear. I wanted to kiss her again. I wanted to feel her against me and feel the passion we shared fifteen long years ago. I longed for her to be mine again. To be my wife; not the wife of some snobby patron.
I knew I could have none of this. She was a mother. If not for her son I could have gotten her back. It would have been so easy to kill Raoul and take her back; but her son complicated things. She loved him more than she loved Raoul. I couldn't ruin her life by taking her son away from her.
I dropped my hand to the side of the bed and reached underneath it. I felt around until I found what I had been searching for; a knife. The blade gleamed even in the dim, candlelit room. I raised it up and positioned it directly over my heart. Quite ironic, I thought. This is the place I choose to die for Christine, when this is also the place where she gave herself to me completely.
I had just started to bring the knife down to end my life, when I felt someone grab my wrist. I looked up and nearly dropped the knife in shock. I knew who I was looking at, but I couldn't believe it.
I slowly put the knife down next to me. I sat up, my heart beating rapidly in surprise. I cleared my throat and looked around the room nervously. I hadn't even heard them come in. I finally looked back into the eyes of my rescuer. They were full of confusion, disbelief, and sorrow.