On a Rainy Day

Epilogue - The End

It was hard to comprehend whether the droplets of water streaming down from my face were from the harsh rain hitting every inch of my body, or if they were my tears.

The knife had been driven straight through my heart, I knew that I would last only a few moments longer.

I was crying, not because of the pain, but because those few moments weren't enough for me to study and ingrain every inch of his face, and of his body, as he held me in his arms. His beautifully cruel face and body, only possible to have been sculpted by God himself, inspired both my vilest nightmares and  my most beautiful dreams. 

I couldn't help but smile weakly as one of his hands came down to caress my cheek. This was one of the rare moments where I was able to see an expression in his face, and as much as I was thankful for it, I couldn't help but feel the need to caress away, the same way he did for me, the look of worry that was etched across his face.

I tried, I tried to move my hand towards him... But all I could do was groan.

"Shhh, my darling." He whispered into my ears as he moved to hold my body closer, tighter to his own. I breathed in his fragrance, savouring it as it replaced the metallic scent of my blood . "We don't want anyone else to hear you, do we?"

I couldn't help but agree.

If someone walked in on us, they'd know what had escalated.

They'd know what he had done.

"What are you thinking about?"

Butterflies began fluttering in my stomach, he was testing me...Maybe I wouldn't die, maybe it was just another one of his lessons.

When I made no attempt to speak, he chuckled. "So obedient...S-so beautiful..." 

His voice was wavering, I could feel the sadness it held. 

It wasn't a test after all.

Was he sad that I was dying? Could the water streaming down his face, also contain tears. Tears, for me?

Just the thought of it made me happy.

"Do you blame me for your end, my darling Angel?" His voice was as soft as velvet. I wanted to drown in it, in him. What a better end it would make for me...

But did I blame him?

"No." I managed to croak out, causing his mouth to stretch into a delicious smile.

How could I ever?

For I know, whatever he did was to protect me.

He had always saved me, cared for me...and maybe even loved me, in whichever way he was capable of.

And I would be forever grateful for it.

"Rest now, my sweet Angel..."

I could feel him plunge the knife into me once again, I felt it until I could feel no more.