The Longing - By Xatomqix
The thirst, it still throbbed on unending. Nothing mattered, life was a desert. Looking for salvation, looking a fraction, but of what?
She couldn't take it. She could still hear his name screaming in the wind, for her. She was suddenly taken into darkness. There was nothing, anywhere. Still blinded by her tears, she looked around nervously, why couldn't he be there to protect her?
The screaming for her was louder than ever. She could see a strange shadow in front of her, getting clearer by the second. It was him. Still trembling in fear, she opened her eyes to reality. It was the real him. He was in front of her. His face just like she had remembered it. With a face smothered by his own blood, he crouched down smiling with brown and yellow teeth. He laughed cruelly and loudly, his breath, It smelled like flesh. He lunged his knife towards her. She didn't flinch. She looked down at her blood covered hands.
What's the meaning of it all? She asked herself. The knife stabbed deeper and deeper, more blood gushed out. The pain in her stomach was nothing compared to the pain she felt in her heart.