Unto Death, My Love

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                I remembered that day perfectly. Surprisingly it was sunny. Early morning, when the birds began to sing and the purple tint had not left the sky. I don't remember it because I died. I remember because I thought of the way the sun hit the trees was the most magnificent thing I had seen in my twenty three years of life. I wasn't focused on the blood frothing from my lips, nor the way my armor felt slippery because of my wounds. It just...it reminded me of her eyes. That beautiful green that seemed almost too bright.

I would remember the way my name fell from her lips. The breathless sound of her cry. The way her pale skin would shine with sweat after battle would be burned into my eyes. Her thick red hair rolling and coiling in the wind. Her nails cracked and bleeding from digging into the ground, looking upon my face. She would see my smile. The tears I had left behind. I loved her. Let me whisper it again. I loved her.

"Amelia." My name fell deep deep into the well that was death. Speak my name again. Speak and I will answer. Ramona. Ramona. Ramona. I will forget the crown upon your brow, and I will not seek out your demons. Please again. Speak my name and I will come.

Your mouth does not move again, and I will be lost. I remember the way you laughed, corse and harsh you spit out my name. No worth or meaning in your tone. You are laughing my Ramona. You are laughing, and I cannot tell you stop. You have won my love. You have won and I have lost this battle for you, against you. I only ask you to touch my cheek once more and speak my name as if you call out to me.

Your blade is thrusted into my chest but I cannot feel. I cannot feel this hate you have, I never have been able to. Into my heart, cold steel meets flesh and bone. Your tears stream down my face, do you remember Ramona? The day you might be good, if only for me. I want to show you again how much you meant to me, in those moments. But...I can sway so easily. And I have lost you to your own corruption. And I will weep for I have lost you. My Ramona.


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