Blood.
Thick blood- Hot iron- Charred flesh- Burnt hair-
Cloying and clinging to the back of my throat.
Cold.
Bitter cold- Numb mind- Dim eyes- Last beat-
Forever drawing me towards those green eyes.
Hush.
Overwhelming empty- Soundlessness-
Screaming in my mind until naught else remains.
Not even the gasp of the last frantic attempts,
trying to keep the body alive even as it choaks.
A torrent of blood, of ash, of regret, and of snow.
When the Fury took me... I did not imagine it to be like this. I don't know what I expected I guess. Just not this- I didn't think that I would feel the blood slipping through the gaping wound... drop by drop.
Memory by Memory.
Memories... of her, of Life.
Of Love.