||[Aug. 8th, 2005|07:55 pm]
|||||"Hedwig's Theme" - John Williams||]|
For the Dites une Conte community~
The thin sheet of gossamer slid over her naked body like water as he pulled it down past her face.
He blinked his eyes, and the dried tears along his cheeks broke like ice.
He lightly touched her lips with his fingertips. They felt slightly chapped, but were soft against his tethered skin, and he swore he could almost feel her hot breath pass through them.
Her cheeks were still warm. They were milky white, and contained a certain luminosity against the heavy darkness that surrounded them that he had never seen in any other person. Slowly, he bent down and brushed his lips across her jawline. Her hair smelled of roses and fresh rain.
His lips stretched into a knowing grimace on her skin. She could have been sleeping. He paused a moment to see once again if he would feel he exhale lightly against his cheek.
Her lips suddenly felt ice cold.
Absentmindedly, he wondered which one of them it was who was leaving. Who had left, he corrected himself. But no, that wasn’t right either. He knew she was the one who left.
He would be here until the end of time.
Her eyes flickered open. “Come back and haunt me,” she replied.
She could have been sleeping, but he didn’t think he would sleep again.