William Shakespeare: Sonnet 18

Chapter 12 (3)

Ch.12.3

What could Tom do?

He pressed on Chris' wounds, but blood was still bleeding out like streams, the hotness of it reflecting the cold skin of Chris; he screamed for help, trying to move Chris from this god-forsaken place, but the guards near them were all dead; he prayed to all the gods he have ever known, but what could the 'gods' do to fight back death that was already flying on the head of the angelic man?

He took out his own blade that he have never used before, following the wicked blood trail the witch left behind; she was long gone.

Tom returned to his home, his Chris, who was going to let out his last breath.

Chris opened his 'eyes' wide, like he was trying to see Tom for a last time, but only revealing two dark holes.

'Hey.' He said tiredly, but that warmth, which was always there, never fade from his voice. 'You are back. But I guess I have to go.'

'No no NO, I love you, please! I love you...' Tom tried to pull Chris closer, like he was losing him. Though he really was.

'Your love won't bring me back, love.' Chris linked his hand with Tom's. 'But ours would.'

They kissed, and Tom's tear slipped into Chris' eyes.
It was their last kiss; their last kiss when the witch was still alive.

Sarah was slowly turning into ashes when she walked out of the kingdom. When Tom dropped those tears into Chris' eyes somewhere she didn't know, the power of love and the evilness of hers tear her down, destroyed her, and returned her to ashes.

The curse of the witch breaks down when she died; golden lights shots from the eyes of Chris', his body were wrapped in the blessing of love.

All his wounds healed, and his eyes was back; they were just as beautiful as the calm lake deep in the forest, lovable as the blue butterfly on the blooming roses.

'Chris!' Tom sat on the ground, gasping as the miracle happened.

Tonight, as the moon was hanging high in the midnight gown of the sky, two men was saved by each other, by their love that never faded, by their love that swore to the moon, the moon that looked over their whole life; destined to be the guard of their undying love.'

'Scarlett! It's time to go! Professor Hiddleston is waiting!'

Scarlett stopped her fingers. 'Coming!'

She knew it was just a tale, fake and impossible in real life; but she knew that the love between her literacy professor and the gym coach was more real and sweeter than ever.