The Guest's Vestige

"Don't you ever think of dying at all?"

"Why do you ask?"

"Because I've nearly got everything and... and I owe it all you. Thanks... a lot."

Sanguine tears were rolling down her cheeks that Xerxes stopped for a moment.

"You can't do that every time somebody is being kind to you."

She smiled then wiped her tears with the back of her hand and noticed for the first time that they were not mere tears. She was horrified.

"Are they meant to be like this-like blood?"

"They are blood and you are all right unless you wanna bleed yourself dry like that."

"I don't wanna bleed myself dry when I die. I don't wanna leave any trace. What do you think about dying next to the person you love most? Wouldn't it make you happy?"

"Is that the happiest death you can think of?"

This is the first story I wrote when I was in college. I'll be writing more soon.