She lay on the floor in front of me. Her head resting on my lap, as she looks up at me with tearful eyes, her hand clutching mine. Her tears slide down the side of her face as if trying to hide from me but I know full well that she, my beloved, had elected to spend our last few moments togehter weeping, mourning the love that we just lost.
Blisters formed where the warmth of the sun pecked my skin. She lifted her hand up to my lips and openend her mouth to speak but all she could manage was a short pained grunt. My grip on her shoulder tightened as I pulled her into an embrace, tears finally dropping from my eyes. My shoulders shook violently and an excruciating scream escaped my throat.
I love you , she said, in a wretched groan. Her body fell limp, her head dropped to her chest and her face turned away from mine. The stake that was lodged in her heart claimed her life, yet why was it mine, whose skin, burned under the sun?