Thunder and lightning clash in the sky the heavy pouring rain creating an endless teardrop in the red-stained soil, the thick metallic smell of blood lingered in the air threatening all who dares to defy.
A lone man standing fiercely and grim, a blood-stained sword on his right hand, and an endless disgust on his pitch-black eyes. The king and his subjects died without a head, a quick and punishable death.
The man has gotten his revenge but his flower will never come back. His lovely wife is gone, his heart gone.
Only emptiness and painful memories will stay with him. Memories of her sweetness, her giggles, and tempting dropping brown eyes.
He dropped to his knees, his disturbing smirk gone, his lethal eyes gone, only a broken man remains. He can't accept it, he won't accept it. He raises his face to the sky letting the coldness creep within his longing soul.
He remembers his wife in his arms, cold and lifeless. Her brown eyes lost their shine, her healthy skin is pale and hurt, her laugh is never to be heard again. The image pained him, terrified him, broken him to the core.
He lifts his sword again with a swift move he thrust the sword to his chest, stopping his grieving heart at once.
Story by: nastykoala
Title: Sweetness Of His