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i wipe the tears away but the faintest red stains mar my pale face, and i vow not to think about my dark lover. faintly, ever so faintly i think i hear a scratching on my window. but i suspect i imagine the noise, missing my blackened lover. but lo! i hear the noise again, louder, almost impatient, it seems.
looking out my darkly tainted windows, i see the pale white face of my one true tainted lover. letting her in the old way, i allow my eyes to drink in the sight of her. she is but a waif-like shadow of her former self, and a new weariness invades her eyes.
quietly we step into one anothers arms, as though no time had passed, no changes taken place. wordlessly we renew our love, reacquaint our souls.
quietly i whisper to her that i can no longer stand to be apart from her again. i do not know if she heard me nor will it ever truely matter. words have never had meaning for us. why i spoke that night i will never know.
tonight she does not sneak off into the night, leaving me to return to my own tainted world. morning is close upon us and still she does not leave, sitting on the floor, holding my cold hand in her colder one, staring but not seeing.
moments from dawn she gets up to leave, but still she does not drop my hand. it wasnt until that very moment that i understood what she had planned. she would soon leave her weariness behind. her intention was for us to be together, for all of eternity.
and i went along. i let her lead me on the short walk to the field where we first met. the snow melts around us as the sun starts to rise. the last thing i see is the sun glinting over the snow as we watched it rise over the horizon. for one moment the pain the sun caused was so intent i could not feel my eternal lovers hand.
but that pain passed soon and while i embrassed my freed lover from another dimension, our pale, cold and lifeless bodies crumbled and disappeared, leaving no trace of our love-filled suicide.
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