He was standing there on the cliff with her, both covered with blood. Barely holding on to life, as blood gushing out of his abdomen from the bullet wound. While her ribs were punctured by several strikes of knife.
They held each other under together, for what was their last time living this art.
As the moon shined over them, the blood turned black, like some mythical elixir of demons..
As he held her tighter, the blood from their wounds met, making them one..
Moment by moment they came closer to their good byes.
He slicked her hairs over her ears, caressed the wound on her cheek.
While she held her face closer.
They could feel the heat of every wound. They might have forgot their pain, but couldn't ignore other's..
That last kiss, when he didn't want her to go, because it was the last farewell..
They kissed with the blood on their lips, bullet and stabs on their body.. And a pain of ending in their heart..
