Memories

He stared into those beautiful closed eyes. The last light he seen in them was long gone. They now bore nothingness. His hand traced her cold one. He could feel each individual mark. They all told stories of past times. Each bruise, scar, vein. He finally rested his eyes on her face. The unnatural beauty gave him an uneasy feeling. Her black hair hung around her face like a halo. Her light eyelashes laid gently across the bottom of her eyes. Her pale cheeks had no proof of any blush that would creep across her lively features. Her lips stood apart from her contradicting ghostly face. They beat a bright blood red. He straightened out her dark blue dress. Smoothing out any and all wrinkles. She looked like an angel, or a heavenly demon. Perfect body, perfect mind. His eyes slowly closed as he reminisced their first meeting.........

He jumped across the buildings quietly. Not to make a noise to attract a human. It was a lonely life. Him being the only of his own kind. No family. Turning away from society, he had fled from town to town. Stopping after a longer jump, he heard a muffled scream. He leaped softly from the building. He soon discovered the scream came from a young woman who was being attacked. He defended against her monsters and rescued her. It was love at first sight.

He looked at her hand. The scar still there from the men who had tried her. She always wore it covered. With a sleeveless dress, it was screaming for attention. He slowly floated to the next memory.

He held her close as they walked. Never wanting to let even a centimeter come between them. She smiled at him, her gleaming white teeth creating a big smile. It made his heart flutter.

He looked at her lips, knowing that pearl white teeth hid behind them. He longed for her smile, once more in her eternal slumber. To even see a small movement would fill his empty void. His vision scouted the reason he was here today. The bloody hole in her abdomen.

He hadn't meant for it to happen. For her to risk her life to save him. After everything. She had taken the knife for him. As she faded, he realized one thing. He had never told her he loved her. Her soul was flying before he could get a syllable out.

He reached into his pocket and set it down. He stared at it then left, never looking back. Leaving the ring that she would never see. And the words she would never hear.