Disclaimer: These characters…well implied characters are not my own. I do not claim to own the and never will. They were invented and are owned by Thomas Harris. The end.
Soft and Cold. The rhythm of the life gone the satin, red puddle a sign of its absence. All shades of breath had darkened, the swell of her lungs empty. Slowly her skin grayed, her eyes darkened, her lips blued. All bright colors seemed to leech away; all but the brilliant red. It clung to him, was painted about his cheek and bare chest. The brilliant red that was hers, her life blood. Her once blue eyes seemed to shiningly mock him, they seemed to whisper of his faults, her reasons. She had bestowed upon him his own bloodied lamb.
A/N: I wrote this in a fit of boredom amongst the notes in math class.