And then he lent forward, slipping his left hand underneath my chin lifting it gently to his face and he caressed my Cheek with a gentle peck with lips as soft as rose petals, a scent of leather and pine needles filled my senses, with him I drift off to a far away land where all is perfect. But when I open my eyes he is gone, his scent lingers still. I know he was there and he knows I know. He knows I know what he does. In the darkest of night when sinister of creatures rise. He knows I know about the blood, the silver and the Holy water. He knows I know he is a hunter. At the memory a single tear slide down my cheek, and the taste of salt filled my sorrow. The sting of a kiss good bye, the only thing more painful is knowing I will never see his glistening green eyes or cheerful careless smile anymore. The absence when he's not around is horrible to bare. The loneliness is beyond compare. I seek refuge in memories, because that's where he is. He is there. And there I can be with him. And there I am not alone. I can see his smile, I hear his voice as he whispers in my ear. As he tells me everything will be okay. I am now safe, but he has to go. I remember the sorrow in his voice, but he tries to hide it with his smile. He tries to convince me all will be alright. But it is just a memory. A memory in my mind, a place I can only be in when I am alone, and I am always alone. My refuge isn't safe anymore. I need more. I need more of him. And I know only in death we can be together. And in death we shall meet again. With a feeble hand I reach for my medication. This is it, tonight we will be together again my love. I should have done this years ago. That night you slipped away in my arms. That night when it was with us. That night When it took you from me. That night I understood what you did. I understood and I thought I could avenge your absence. But that's not possible. So cheers my love! I open my bottle of cheap whiskey and down my medication. Much more than what was advised. I know the medication will finish me but not without the help of the alcohol. I drink until I can drink no more. And then I lay my helpless frail old body on my bed and I reach for his picture, look at it one last time and lay it on my chest. And I close my eyes. As I close my eyes I see him, he reaches for my hand and helps me to my feet. I look back at my lifeless body and I know I'm with him. I am with him again and nothing can separate us. Nothing.
