Chapter 52

Silken skin gave way to deep gray long feathers, folding around her and her lover modestly; the wounds on the smooth surface of the belly where punctured bullet wholes that where too deep and to black to have ever bleed.

Her hands where claws with long and sharp dagger-like fingers. Her body smooth in some places and decaying in others. Flesh and bone could be seen on her ribcage, the beating hart was exposed, her thighs parted over the body and where it touched it the graying ash could be seen.

The face reserved the small child-like features, but the eyes where hallow holes where two lovely deep brown eyes had been. The nose small and up turned now a rotten exposed bone. Her lips once soft and supple, now practically invisible over the long row of sharp teeth that sneered frighteningly.

The long claws caressed lightly the arms of the body, but in its action, the skin that had been turned into ash, was now disintegrating.

She cried out in desperation. -"WHY?"- Her head turning to heaven. She clawed at her face and chest, bleeding all over the sheets.

As she slowly moved her body over the bed, the sheet gave way and her legs unfolded over the body, and literally converting it to a pile of dust or ash as the case may be.

She looked over the room, in search of something, banging on the wall, like a caged wild animal, the shrikes where deafening and frightening all in themselves.

She writhes in pain and screamed with sounds that would range from human crying and yelling to guttural grunting and animalistic roaring.

The words she uttered where sometimes so fast or at times unintelligible, that it seamed that they where in another tongue.

The pacing took a new path, as she circled the bed turning her face sliddly to capture the image of her once true love. She extended her hand to the pile on the sheets, and with a slowly and careful movement swiped some ash on her claw like hands and ran it through her tongue, tasting the bitterness as she whimpers in pain.

Hours have past.

I keep watch over her. She has finally settled down and crawled over the bed to the pile of ashes, she arranged herself around the debris; she seams to have fallen asleep, only the movement of her fingers gives her away.

She's been defiant, desolated, turned into a maddening creature, I love her… I still do.

I turn my face towards the heaven offering prayer for her, so that I can be with her, console her. She loved me so that she waited for me. I now know that she made a packed with heaven after I left her, they won't say anymore, but she is this.

This creature that is now too inconsolable to be able to ask for forgiveness, and to ask leniency for a second chance.

I want us to be together, I pray that the Lord, grants us this.

She mumbles my name; she knows the real one, not the mundane one. I can't leave, I can't comeback, but still I'm stuck here, in this middle place where I can only see, and not do. It is of the utmost torcher as I watch her grieve my body.

The pain in me is too much that I try drifting closer to her. When she senses me close she lifts her head and smiles. The sneer is back, she knows I'm close.

-"You're here"- She states. –"Don't leave me"-her tears run down her face, the holes from which they come from look like two pits of oil. She moves to sit. –"Take me with you, I need you with me… Please don't leave again… You have to do it…He will listen to you… I'm not worth His pity, He's heard me before, and never wanted this. I know that He will listen to you…Please Edward tell Him to let us be together"-She pleads with me. I know she's right. He will listen to me. But she is worth it, she is worthy to me in his grace. Everyone deserves a second chance and her love for me should redeem anything that she could have stained her soul with.

I move closer to her, I can almost feel the heath of her body, I'm desperate to be near her, and this is too much.

My eyes close as I pray again for his forgiveness, I pray for her, for every thing she's done I am at fault, I made her like this, I saved her but of what? My touch destroyed her. I was the selfish one, wanting to keep her, I was the one that came to her when she was younger, I was the one that whispered in her ear as she sleped the love I had for her. I was the one that made her fall in love with a spirit and unworthy soul, trying to gain His favor to grant him life. I kept her from everyone, making her strange and unnatural; I made her drive everyone away until she was completely alone. I showed her how to call on me; I made her hurt, but most of all I was selfish because I would not grant her release and kept her suspended as my perfect ideal and robbed her of her life.

My eyes turn to heaven and as my tears run down my face, I hold my hands to my chest and pray with all the devotion and faith I possess for her; to give her life again, to make her whole, to accept her in his grace. As I promise to give her up, so that he may accept her in heaven.

The light shines on us as I come closer to her, she feels my presents and extends her arms towards me, I press myself to her and feel a tingle as matter touches spirit and in a white flash we are gone.

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