spellingwitch

thelilnan:

I would have loved you.

“I would have loved you,” he sighs sadly, hand slipping down her marred, chalky arm, cold and still as death. Her eyes are empty and black.

“I would have made you a happy woman,” he promises quietly, stumbling forward, hands mapping out her body.

“You would have been my Eve,” his voice catches; not from his stutter but tears he won’t let fall. It hurts too much to weep.

His cheek rubs hers mournfully, sutures catch, ”We would find paradise together.”