Death of Love
A thick wall of glass stands before me, I place my hand against it, and push. It resists me, refusing to let me pass, and yet it taunts me with images of things I can never have. I run my hand along its cold length, my eyes glued to what it shows me, and I can feel the tears running down my face; separated from everything, kept apart...denied.
“I am here.” A soft gentle voice reaches me from the opposite side, comforting me. “I will not leave you alone, ever again.”
Suddenly, the barrier shatters, shards of glass clink to the ground all around me, and I bled. Thousands of minuscule cuts open in my skin, but my body is numb. My eyes are locked on pure silver eyes that reflect my face back to me, and I can barely hear their words. The world spins around me, darkness closes in on my heart, and I don’t care. All I want is to be in those arms, held, loved, and never forsaken. I reach forward, my hand stopped mere inches from their face, and I can see that I am covered in rich, thick crimson liquid.
Reality settles heavily upon me. My heart is racing to maintain control, my body is shaking, my legs grow weak, unable to support me, and I collapse. I’m dying. Again, I have failed. Just a few more inches, if I could only reach them, touch them, then I would be satisfied to die there in that casket of broken fragments. If only I could reach them.
“Are you this fragile?” The voice, now harsh, tears into me. “Where is the fighter from before? Where is the person that gave me this scar? The one who vowed to rip out my heart the next we met?”
That’s right. They’re my enemy, the one who slaughtered my entire family.
“Pathetic.” Spat like venom, the word poisons me. “In this state, you are not worth my time. Not worth the effort of killing you. Instead, I shall save you, and bind you to me. Teach you the meaning of strength, of determination, so that you can kill me like you vowed one day.”
A milk white hand touches my forehead, the pain subsides, but I am immobile. The hand traces my chin, delicately, lovingly, and ruby red lips meet my own. I can taste the acid flowing through our kiss, the hatred, the resentment, the fear of abandonment. My body moves on its own. I drag them down, claw at them, ripping cloth from flesh, wanting nothing more than to be closer; inside them, at the core, the very center, the only place that they can’t free me from.
“Bind me.” I hear myself speak, and my ears burn. “Take me. I am nothing without you.”
“Fool… you were nothing before me.” The voice, no longer kind, “Will you stay at my side? Will you fight for me?”
“Forever,” I cry. My heart ready to burst, “Forever… I love you.”
“I will destroy you. I will destroy that love of yours.” Angry words, nothing more. No meaning behind them. Nothing’s there but anger. No truth. Just lies.
“Kill me. I do not care. I am yours.” Final words, “I love you…”
Nails dig into my flesh, slicing through the bone, exposing my heart. It beats in the cool night air, every beat its last, until finally it can no longer maintain and stops. No longer am I pretending. No longer am I holding on. No longer do I need to cry. I am free. Finally free.
Silver eyes set against a blood red moon. My savior, my lover, my everything…