Wise men say, only fools rush in..

"But I can't help falling in love with you..." He muttered slowly in a soft tone, almost painfully gentle too, which was uncharacteristic for his demeanour and normal behaviour. His hands cupping both sides of your face, his hands slightly trembling as he tries to be careful and be as tender as possible with you, almost as if you were a prized possession, his possession.

Standing in the middle of piles of dead bodies, practically surround you, blood stained on his hands, smearing the thick liquid on your face as his thumb caressed your check gently, his eyes showing so much emotion, it was frightful.

Shall I stay...? Would it be a sin..? If i can't help falling in love with you..

"Some things are...meant to be. Take my hand..." He murmured softly in your ear as he then pulled slightly away so he could outstretch one of his bloodied hands to you, watching your expressions carefully with a soft expression.

"Take my whole life too..." He said calmly whilst his eyes never faltered from yours and yet a dying and impatient desire burning for only you, practically holding out his bleeding heart for you to take.

"For I, can't help falling in love with you.." He mumbled tenderly, holding your hand on his blood covered one, also now brushing his finger tips on your hand and making blood stains whilst looking into your eyes with a love that seemed to never end, whilst having his hand on the side of your face and his brow slightly furrowed from affection as he pulled you closer, putting the palm of your hand on his chest, above his beating heart, just for you.