Beautiful Forever

”Forever and ever,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my check and sending pleasant shivers down my spine.

I believed him. Too bad he couldn't see that.

He promised me that he would always stay. I tried to test this. He lied. The proof was here right in front of me, crumpled on the floor.

Standing over his body now, I looked down at him.

Ice cold and without spirit, he was still the most gorgeous person I had ever seen. Even with blood spilling from the hole in his head, he was still utterly beautiful.

He took me breath away, even in death.

I knelt next to him, my fingers frozen and stiff, though not as much as his, clutching helplessly at the fabric of his shirt. I needed him now, more then I had ever needed him before. But I had taken him away from myself, because he broke his promise.

Or did he break his promise because I'd taken him away?

I would never know, but it was only fair.

I was going to fix it all. Fix everything.

One simple act would take it all back to normal, to how it was always supposed to be.

I smiled and laid down next to him, arranging his arm so that it lay beneath my shoulders. I rested my head lightly on his chest.

It was amazing how fast he froze. Laying next to him, I was deeply upset by the fact that this hold he had on me did not feel the same as usual.

And then I realised that I had caused this, too.

I hummed softly as I brushed the thick hair back from his forehead. His eyes stared blankly up at me, dull and without shine. I smiled down at him, expecting him to return it.

He did not.

I grunted and, using my fingers, pushed his cheeks up so that his mouth somehow resembled a happy expression.

Much better.

Upon seeing him smile, my thoughts buzzed around happily. I leant down and placed a kiss on his hard, blue lips.

Now was the time to fix it all.

I lined the small, delicate looking pistol up with my own head, and counted slowly to three.

Breathing deeply, on the exhale I spoke. “I love you. Forever and ever.” I pulled the trigger.