[The smile stays in place even as she crosses the floor back to him, fingers falling out of her face. Her face is now lined, tiny creases from all the emotions she's had through her life and yet she still goes on. She knows she has to, there's no use waiting for the death she knows will come. She'd rather enjoy her time after all, what she has left.
It's coming, soon she knows. Each day the face in the mirror slowly becomes one she recognises as that of her corpse. So close, and now she starts to hate it. Hates it and yet does not run from it, because to run is to leave him, and she couldn't. She's waited so long, she'll never leave until she's forced from the world.
Kneeling on the bed she leans down to kiss his shoulder, streaked hair a curtain around her cheeks. It's careful and soft with none of her usual rush. She's different, oh so different now, and she's learnt the sweetness that comes with relaxed kiss, gentle pressure. There are days she misses the blood stains on her chin, the taste of purple blood in her mouth, her own blood too, but not enough to bite him.
No, it's just a kiss. And yet it is so much more. A soft chuckle escapes her as she shakes free of her musings to half drape herself over him, watching carefully with her eye.]
I was watching the sunset. Admiring it, I suppose... so brutal, and yet so beautiful as it fades.
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It's coming, soon she knows. Each day the face in the mirror slowly becomes one she recognises as that of her corpse. So close, and now she starts to hate it. Hates it and yet does not run from it, because to run is to leave him, and she couldn't. She's waited so long, she'll never leave until she's forced from the world.
Kneeling on the bed she leans down to kiss his shoulder, streaked hair a curtain around her cheeks. It's careful and soft with none of her usual rush. She's different, oh so different now, and she's learnt the sweetness that comes with relaxed kiss, gentle pressure. There are days she misses the blood stains on her chin, the taste of purple blood in her mouth, her own blood too, but not enough to bite him.
No, it's just a kiss. And yet it is so much more. A soft chuckle escapes her as she shakes free of her musings to half drape herself over him, watching carefully with her eye.]
I was watching the sunset. Admiring it, I suppose... so brutal, and yet so beautiful as it fades.