The Lovely Twist In Our Veins (An Eyeless Jack P.O.V & Romance)

16 - Lovely Bones (End)

It was a three word phrase; it was short, and yet, too long for him to let me utter.

Before I could finally let Nadia know how I felt, she was gone, her limp body laid across my lap. Her head was against my chest, her dark hair tickling my nose. I pressed my face father into it.

The leaves beneath us were cold, a brisk wind blowing by that rattled the trees. It was so bright outside, but dusky clouds hindered the heat from the sun to hit us. It wouldn't have made much a difference for her though; she was colder than ice.

Red stained the ground directly below her head, and her skull continued to bleed . The quiet drip-drop of blood had a strange rhythm to it, a somber tune playing in place of a band. Her pink lips were parted, her eyes shut. I wondered if the purple speckles remained, but I did not want to check; I'd be disappointed if they had once again fled in her death.

Her pale skin matched that of the white barked trees surrounding us, and I sighed, seeing just how much the vivid tan, pinkish colors her face once glowed with were gone.

She, was gone.

I, had killed her.

But it was fate, wasn't it? I was destined to hurt her and continue to hurt her. It was not a mistake that I had found her, but it was a mistake that I had fallen for her. It was not what was planned.

I suppose I should have prepared myself for this day, but I hadn't and so I was completely justified in the dark, inky drops that fell from my eye sockets. The little drops of ink dotted her smooth face, ruining her beauty and as I went to wipe them from her delicate skin, the black drops smudged, rendering her face a sooty mess.

I huffed, quickly using the sleeve of my jacket to wipe at my own face, willing myself to cease the tears. Could I even call them tears though? Was I even capable to crying?

"Enough," I ordered myself, sniffling as I dried the ink. The time for being sad was long past; I needed to be done with this.

Gathering the stray pieces of myself, much like the broken fragments of her skull, I picked Nadia's limp body up from the ground and stood. Her legs draped over my left arm, her upper back against my right. I began walking, or trudging... following through the forest.

I wasn't sure where I was going, but I felt as if this was the right direction. The right direction to where? I wasn't sure of that either.

Soon though, I heard the trickle of running water, and much like Nadia's siren call in the dark, I was lured through the trees until I came to a babbling creak. The water was deep from what I could see, and I stopped near the edge, careful not to fall because of the slippery rocks.

Kneeling, I set Nadia's body down. I knew that I'd have to dispose of it; I wanted her to simply disappear and never be found again, just so that what I had done became a little less real. She deserved a more pleasant send off, but I could think of no other means.

I looked around, grabbing a large rock. Removing a blade from my pocket, I went about cutting strands of fabric from my jacket - it wasn't like I needed it anymore; no cloth could warm the empty, iciness I felt. Taking the strands, I went about tying them around the rock, and then her left wrist, binding her to it like a ball and chain. I did the same for her other wrist, and her ankles as well, staring down at her lifeless, frail body once I had finished.

I felt sick to my stomach. This reality was too much to bare and yet, it was the one I had chosen. All of this was by choice - not hers, of course, but mine. And now I felt sick, but I deserved to feel this way.

That feeling only heightened when a smell caught my attention. It was a strange, yet distinct one. It was sick, yet oh so delectable and I felt myself craving it. That disgusted me.