Calm reigned in the devastated silent bedroom, where another fugitive soul left this world. The bloody body of the maiden rested inviolably on the lily bed for an unknown amount of time, while Simon, sitting on the edge of the bed, bent down, covering his face with his stained palms. His ragged breathing broke the eerie, impenetrable silence, while you, in the corner, smiled mockingly

— Again.. you fucking did it again..

— Simon said, dark, corruptible eyes looking at you. You were the fruit of his illness, immediately after his own death, but he would never recognize you as the one for whom he previously existed.

— I did this in the name of our love.. No woman will stand between us..

Your sweet, gentle voice sat like smoke in his lungs. Yes, it was her voice, as soon as he gave in to weakness, you leaned over him again, looking into his eyes.. He realized that you were not her, but with another pang of despair, he allowed you to press your poisonous lips