Kari's Drabbles

My Love

She was cold as ice, and her hands were dirty, worn from her profession. Callused fingers that would brush over my face, and she would hold her hand there, while smiling at me. Hell, she was a drug, and I was an addict. I'd come home from a long day, and she'd smile at me as She took my things, telling me to relax. I'd pull her to me, running my fingers through her silky black hair, asking her how her day was. She would laugh and say the same thing every time, "Long, and boring without you around." I swear this woman always deserved more than I could give. She would laugh, and it was like wedding bells. Her voice in itself was the gift of the angels above.
She was mine, and I loved her. And she loved me. I could see it in her eyes that shined like new pennies. I always asked her if she replaced her eyes with the small copper coins, and she would laugh at me, teasingly smacking my arm. When she looked up at me, I would tease her for being short, patting her head like a child. I laughed at how she would puff her cheeks out in a pout, before pulling away from me, playfully refusing to hug me again until I apologized. I would wrap my arms around her anyway, resting my head on hers.
She was pure, and kind. If someone was lost, she would show them the way. If someone was scared, she would comfort them, especially children. Children were drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Which was understandable, as my own appearance is quite frightening. She'd hold their hand and walk with them until they were ready to go. I adored watching her make friends. She would talk to some people for hours, before I told them it was time to go. My love, she would wave as they left, then turn to me with a sad look, and I would explain to her each time that nobody could stay forever.

I wish I had listened to myself. Because I was not ready to let go when she had to leave. I begged her to stay, but she repeated my own words to me. "My love, no one can stay forever." She looked sad as she said those words, but she took my hands, and did what she always did. She put her hand on my face, staring into my dark crevices of eye sockets. Had I had the bodily function to cry, I probably would have, and more so, I probably wouldn't have been able to stop.
We stared at each other for a few minutes, before she hugged me, and I her. Her escort watched us, also with a sad face. When my beloved pulled back, she had tears in those beautiful copper eyes. I wiped one away, sighing. "We'll see each other again soon." She whispered. I merely nodded.
And then Life took my beloved away.