Thursday, December 08, 2011
He was on one knee, and she was lying in the crook of his arm. His head was bent low over her soft, pale skin, and although her hand held on to his back in both fear and expectancy, her eyes were void, staring up into the night sky, as if searching for something to save her, but hoping she wouldn’t find it.
His hair fell over his eyes, darkening his bent complexion—their breath in sync, a chill breeze blew his hair forward, and hers away.
And with one almost undetectable motion, an ever so slight and ever so firm movement, his free arm plunged the knife into her back. She shuddered gently.
Slowly, she took in a long breath.
Her eyes still searching vacantly. Her fingers holding his back a bit tighter. Then her breath gave way—in a long sigh. Her other arm reached back, her delicate fingers tenderly encircling his, her vacant gaze moved downward, and her hair fell softly to cover her face.
posted by Mary 11:34 PM
