"Please," He let out in raspy breaths, his hands trembling beyond a movement as he fell, bent at the knees in an alley way. "Please!" The tears came next, it being almost pysichally impossible for him to stop it. His heart only reduced in size, but grew in pain. "You said you'd bring her back!!" At this point he was talking more to himself than anything else, his hands stained with blood as he sobbed uncontrolably, his tall, lean figure dragging itself off the ground as he made his way to a land of nowhere; a place he's never been before, physically on Earth and mentally in the starlit ruins of his promised mind. Him only feeling used, they had compromised his feelings and torn his being in two. His heart beat out of place, almost throbbing in his ears as he left the alley with the eyes of an injected madman.
The streets of New Jersey were mostly empty at this time of night, and he let out a shaky breath as his dagger slipped from his hand and clattered against the stone sidewalk, his body full in motion though his mind was sane deprived, and too confused to adjust to the situation he was in, so to make things short, nothing in his mind cooperated with him at the moment. "It's better off this way" his mind managed, the most sensible thing he's advanced to all day. That, or, "I tried". These were his only thoughts, others being jumbled words and rubbish forced into an off-centered sentence.
He found himself in a cemetery, the love-lost portait glow off the tomb stones is what reminded him of HER. His one and only. The only innocent butterfly he has ever caught in his web, and he couldn't help but think that it was his fault she was gone.
They had both died once. Her sent to Heaven and him damned to hell, and not long after he had made a deal with the devil, him promising that he'd grant his wish of the two finally being together after being so tragically killed when they had finally found each other in the end; but only if he would bring him the souls of a thousand evil men. Back on Earth, he had, not willingly, but he had, and he had done it all for her. But in the end, there was nothing left for him but a brand new killing hand that remained as only a burden to him and the world.
He collected his courage to approach her grave, "A woman of many desires." It read, the words obviously refering to him as he read on. "But never the right ones. Making it our jobs to dwell on her own past." He sneered at the words, almost laughing at it; the words were so fake. The world doesn't have to be as pessimistic as this all the time, why not expect something good out of someone? Of course, he only reread the words with regret, knowing that the outcome of her life was his fault, and that he would never, ever live this down. It was then when droplets of rain started spewing from the methane skies as if the Heavens themselves were crying out of pity for him. His breath caught, almost relieved that when he caught his reflection off the shined tomb stone, that the rain hid his tears, but as his eyes squeazed shut and another blow of emotions errupted through out his body, not even rain could hide the fact that he had collapsed on the ground, and the rain most certainly couldn't cover, or even muffle the sounds of his cries as they echoed through out the graveyard, and knowing that if you had looked him in the eye then, you would know that his world was, in fact, dead.
"J-just... Just one more night." He didn't believe in the lord, but he found himself praying to him, pleading as if he had always believed in the man beyond the grave. "Just let me be with her one more night." It stung. It hurt just to mention her, and he refused to let her image play in her mine. But it did anyway. Her dark hair, pouring far above her shoulders like silk or strands of expired, beautifully black gold, her skin was a stark pale, smoothe, and he remembered her velvet lips, the way they'd twitch into a smile when he'd come to see her, the way her face lit up and the dimples on her face were only noticable when she smirked or smiled out of embarassment. And oh, her eyes, how could she ever forget her eyes shone bright, the life in them never quavering, it never dulled like fabric being exposed to too much sun, and nay were they dead like a broken Dresden Doll, sometimes their eyes sewed in by a needle and a string, sometimes the object was a fake eye or a button, but without further audo
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