Why can’t I stop the bleeding? Why can’t I fix her? - He repeats again and again, rocking back and forth, grasping his love in his hands. She is everything. She is purity and innocence. A droplet of divine perfection who has graced us with her presence in this lifeless world of grey.
But the blood.
She is so delicate and fragile. Her body like air as the knife effortlessly ripped through her skin. It now lays motionless on the floor. A knife holds no power without a sinister hand gripping it’s base.
A hand. His hand.
Yes. Now he remembers. The feeling of breaking that soul. Extinguishing the light that was much too bright for this grey world. The anger that filled him when he saw her smile like everything was so simple. The idea of pain being some inconceivable concept. It enraged him. The small flame grew until he could practically see the smoke rising from his mouth and his red hot hands would begin to shake uncontrollably.
Still he cries. He holds her close and whispers over and over again - It will be alright.
In a sudden flash her eyes open and she inhales violently choking out a single statement before falling still.
I believe you.
-AT
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