To the Grave

Bonus Chapter.

-REUBEN'S POV-

NINE DAYS AFTER...

I LOOK DOWN at her motionless body, the woman who's heart stopped beating just over a week ago. I stood there and watched as the life drained from her ocean eyes. The same eyes that had dragged me under the waves of blue all them years ago when we crossed paths in Paris; The City Of Love. It was fate bringing us together that night, our stars had aligned and the gods from above had assigned our hearts to one another. We were destined to be in each other's arms. That's why she couldn't leave me. No other man would ever form the connection I had with her, it was unique, a once in a life time experience that was meant for me.

I glance at the white flowers tied to her auburn hair, the red dress hugging her petite figure. She looked gorgeous. Even more beautiful than the last time I'd saw her. For me, it was as if it was only yesterday when we were roaming the streets of France, acting as love sick teenagers trying to escape the grips of our parents that we'd left behind in England.

"I am so sorry!" I turned to look at the culprit who had made me drop my camera; it was a girl. I studied her face as if she was an art piece just placed on display at a gallery. As the french would put it, she was simply magnifique. Her long hair cascaded down her back, her large blue eyes drew me in. "It's completely fine, I'm Reuben." I extended my hand as I answered after what had felt like hours but had really been a few seconds.

     She grinned goofily, flashing the two crooked teeth at the front of her mouth, she had flaws but to me, it's what made her all the more wonderful. Her siren like voice replied "Arabella Darlington." She shook my hand as I stared deep into her ocean eyes. I was drowning in her beauty. She had me hooked from the very beginning.

I shake my head to clear all thoughts of the past, "I'm sorry it had to come to this," I hum as I lean further into her coffin, my breath fanning her snow like skin. A genuine smile forms as I gaze at her. She's still the same glorious wonder I knew. That's what she'll always be to me. I was the painter, the world was my canvas and she was my art.

It's obscure how I feel no guilt whatsoever. I can't seem to comprehend why, but for some odd reason I don't regret my actions towards her, it gave me a thrill. Slice after slice the more intense it got, the more addicted I became. Now no one else can have her, she was always meant to be mine. Just mine.

As I watch her, I know I'll always remember that I was the one who painted my canvas with her crimson blood. She's the art I craved.

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A/N: hola, this is the OFFICIAL last chapter of 'to the grave' and i'd like to thank every single one of you who has read it, commented on it and voted for it!!

also i'd just like to mention that if you were confused on why reuben kept referring to arabella as something to do with the ocean or a siren, it's purely because reuben saw her as someone who drew him in with her temptress ways and almost as if that's what made him do it.

again thank you so so much, i hope you liked reading it!

megan.

[edited: 23/11/17]