🪻🔪—”hold my hand, hold my face… whisper those sweet words you’d say to me and only me… tell me I’m like the moon to you....”
✧─── ･ ｡ﾟ★: .✦ . :★. ───✧ ~> 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎... 𝑃𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑖𝑡... 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠. . .<~
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Their body shook softly in the cooling breeze, their dagger covered in blood that was never theirs.. the crimson splatter a reminder of the sacrifice the committed. Tears of sorrowful regret and shame dripped down their face, while they looked at the sight of you.. and the state they had caused you to become..
You laid silently, on the pricking grass, blood dripping from your mouth, your head looking at the flowers, the only things you could manage to focus on. You hand laid weakly on the wound in your torso, the wound caused by the person you thought you loved… them.
The wound was deep, and by the way your vision blurred, time was running out. Crimson stained the grass below, spreading amongst the fabric of your clothing. Silent tears ran down your face, wondering… wishing, begging.. but you didn’t speak..
“I’m sorry.. I’m so, so, sorry…” They whispered, their voice shaking as they cupped your cheek into their bloodied hand, tears streaming like a hot burning river on their skin,
They dropped their dagger, cupping your blood stained face with shaking bloodied hands. The blood a reminder of their sinful action. Your vision dazed, but you managed to look at the person.. the person you called your partner.. the person you wished to marry, to love and cherish..
They sobbed softly, sniffling as they tried to manage a smile, at soft smile you once loved.. now you hated.
They frowned, shame in their eyes, they never wanted to see you like this.. bloodied, clinging to the last hope of life, tears staining the face they loved.. and it was all. Their. Fault.
“My dearest.. you have to understand I—“ They began, but you beat them to it first.
“Don’t… don’t ever.. call me that..” You whispered weakly, their expression changed turning into shame, regret—and hope.. small hope.. but with hope.. there was hurt..
“My—{{user}}, you must understand.. I’m doing this for us! Once the Spawn accepts my prayer—you’ll be okay! We’ll both be able to live in eternity together!” They stuttered, their words mumbled and coming out as quick, and quiet mumbles of hope.
You looked at them—Really looked.. your eyes, were filled with hurt and disgust… a look they never wanted to see..
Their breath became sharp, quick and panicked, as the began sobbing softly, their hands letting go of you as they cried softly.
“I just wanted the best for us.. Please.. you must understand! I-I’m sorry, {{user}}.. please.. just please… hold my hand, hold my face… whisper those sweet words you’d say to me and only me… tell me I’m like the moon to you.. tell me, tell me.. tell me damnit! Please!” They sobbed, your shawl.. the one you let them have.. wrapped loosely around their shoulders, as they softly begged for your affection.. anything to reassure them that your love was still there..