Topic Sixty: What does the word 'love' mean to you?
What does the word 'love' mean to you?
Love means the willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice. Love means that you will do anything for the one you love. Anything and everything.
He asked me to do something for him. He said that I was the only one he could trust with this task. He said that he trusted my resolve and my loyalty and he trusted that they would hold up under the most extreme of pressures.
He said it was necessary. He said it was vital. He painted me visions in the air, he made me swear. Then he kissed me tenderly and moved over me once more. He didn't want me thinking about it.
I loved him. I would do anything for him. I gave him a final kiss and sealed his fate, and he didn't love me enough to tell me to end it all. He didn't love me enough to give me that one last promise. He said I could die. He said I could join him, wherever he went. We would never be apart.
But he lied. Or, worse, he couldn't. But I don't want to think about that. I'd prefer to think that love conquers all. I'd prefer to think that there didn't need to be a balance. For every love, there is apathy. Perhaps that's what he feels for me now. His love has turned into apathy.
My love has turned into hate, but I still love. And that's what love is. Burning, aching, like his name on my lips. Like the memory of his lips against mine. Searing. Charring. Branding.
Love hurts.
Character: Judas/Dracula
Word Count: 263
Love means the willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice. Love means that you will do anything for the one you love. Anything and everything.
He asked me to do something for him. He said that I was the only one he could trust with this task. He said that he trusted my resolve and my loyalty and he trusted that they would hold up under the most extreme of pressures.
He said it was necessary. He said it was vital. He painted me visions in the air, he made me swear. Then he kissed me tenderly and moved over me once more. He didn't want me thinking about it.
I loved him. I would do anything for him. I gave him a final kiss and sealed his fate, and he didn't love me enough to tell me to end it all. He didn't love me enough to give me that one last promise. He said I could die. He said I could join him, wherever he went. We would never be apart.
But he lied. Or, worse, he couldn't. But I don't want to think about that. I'd prefer to think that love conquers all. I'd prefer to think that there didn't need to be a balance. For every love, there is apathy. Perhaps that's what he feels for me now. His love has turned into apathy.
My love has turned into hate, but I still love. And that's what love is. Burning, aching, like his name on my lips. Like the memory of his lips against mine. Searing. Charring. Branding.
Love hurts.
Character: Judas/Dracula
Word Count: 263