In which a man, regrets and not.
Forgive me, Melania.
For I had let you go.
For I had let you drown in the hands of him.
For I had let you fall right in front of my eyes.
As the life left your eyes, as the smile on his face curled, as my hands become stained.
I let your life be taken away violently by that man.
Is he even a man anymore? No, he's a coward. A monster.
He took away my love to be buried underneath my feet.
Your decayed flesh hangs by a string.
Your brittle bones seem cracked and worn.
Yet your hair is luxurious as ever.
Oh, how I wish to run my hand through your hair. To hear your sweet laughter. To see you look at me with joy.
Yet, I cannot.
I can only see your smile.
You will be smiling forever, Darling.
Smiling for all to see.
For all to see.
No. I will not allow that.
You will only smile for me.
You will only care for I.
You will only love me.
For I am your only love.
I am your first and I am your last.
If you share your heart to another. Someone will cross by my hands.
And that someone will be you, Darling.
But fret not.
Death will not separate us.
Wait for me, my dearest.
