When Our Days Are Gone by hedda1 [Drabble #140]
It is pouring again and yet you’ve come nonetheless. Why didn’t you bring an umbrella? After all, you don’t like getting soaked and your coat is already drenched. I always like it when you are wet, though. It makes your beautiful hair even shinier.
You are shivering. Why is that? Is it the cold? Is it the rain? Or is it the whirl of emotions I can see raging within your golden eyes? You can fool the world with your mask of indifference, but not me. I can read you like an open book, but for once, I don’t like the story one bit.
I long to touch your pretty face. So even, so perfect. When I first met you, I thought that it was out of my reach, but I was wrong. Unfortunately, there are no smiles, no arguments, no passionate nights that can bring me now closer to you again.
Seeing you weeping like this, my Killing Perfection, kills of what little peace my soul has had. Perfectly. I see you kneeing in front of my grave and there is nothing I can do to relieve you from your pain, like you did for me.
I am sorry.