Libertine [on hold]

Prologue - Of Blood And Bones

        I was lying on the floor like a broken doll, my limbs twisted and turned unnaturally as I gasped for air. My hair was matted with my own blood which I could still feel rushing out of the gash in my forehead.

        “Don’t leave me, baby,” I whispered with my last breath, choking on the words and the tears in my throat, choking on the remains of our love and the crushed shards of glass it had become. I was about to slice myself open on them and I knew it, but I was sadistic enough to keep looking in his eyes as I pleaded.

        He was looking down at me on the floor – what was left of me anyway. Pity. All that was left in his eyes was pity. He feels sorry for me, I realized suddenly as a shiver ran through my body. This is the end, a premonition told me. I prayed for it to be wrong.

        One last look between us, the passion, the love, the torment. I felt our eyes latching onto one another, his gaze holding mine like he was daring me to look away.

        I did not.

        But he did.

        Without so much as another word, he turned his back on me and walked away.

        I lay battered, bathing in a pool of my own blood.

        Over.

        Gone.

         Done.