K A L O P S I A

EIGHT

As he was about to split her pretty, little head open
she turned around

A strange expression
drawn across her plain features

It was not fear
nor was it anger
or confusion

An odd mixture
of excitement
lust
and complete adoration

"You're an artist."
she said
hoping he didn't reveal his confusion from within
he lowered the axe
"If you must kill me, let me watch you do it."

This was the moment he realised
he had found his perfect nightingale
she was perfect in every way
his perfect companion

This was also the moment she realised
she loved him with all her soul
not just the mandatory half most people gave up

She would let him kill her
if it made him happy
she would do anything to please him
even die

Especially die