Ahh my pretty… Beautiful in life, beautiful in death. I had never truly smiled till I looked upon your body in a velvet coffin, laughing and giggling as they lowered your corpse to the depths of the earth. Never had I felt that you were a part of me until your scream of pain resounded these walls, silence heavy like a veil. I had never felt to be your spouse until your relatives and family glared at me with such hatred, such contempt I could not help but wave at them merrily. Oh my dear, I had intended to keep you happy till the end of time itself, only to realize that only in death you were truly mine, only mine.

The scratching of a quill had paused for a moment, a fair-tanned hand brushing some ink away from the ragged parchment. Tired yet alighted grey eyes quickly glanced at a single moon ray that had served him as the only source of light. His room was a sea of darkness, shadows dancing in the sky and outside his window. Chestnut Tuscan red strands of hair fluttered lightly from the night breeze as the stars twinkled mysteriously.

A crimson lavender silk dress for the maiden to match your piercing emerald eyes. Silver tresses that glinted coldly with just a kiss from the moon that of course rivaled a water Lilly, cold frozen fire it was like. I yearn for the nights when I would gaze at your delicate sleeping face, expression troubled from nightmares unseen. I treasured the fear in your eyes as you passionately long for me, praying for me to chase away the dark of night and embrace you ever so warmly… It was your eyes and the intensity of pure emotions that had captivated me so, your smile refusing to let me free.

A melancholy sigh escaped from the lips of the young man. He leaned back slightly, letting his head loll at the tip of the back support of the oak wood chair, facing the ceiling with cloudy eyes. Moonlight penetrated the shadow that had cloaked his figure, revealing a youthful male wearing baggy black pants and a matching black vest, which was unbuttoned to expose his lean, built torso. Content from the short break, he picked up the raven black quill and continued to write with a smirk.

Funny isn’t it? Ahh Irony… How reality is quickly shattered in a heartbeat from a single traumatizing event. Because of you, I had become a slave to my desire just as you had been manipulated by love. My dear, if not for your soul claimed by the grim reaper, I would have never known you existed as my half. Before you were a spectral being, translucent and distant.

Oh Veryn, my Veryn.

Dangerous were the threads of fate and the jaws of time. Ahh ear-splitting screams, ahh undecipherable dreams… Scars do mar forever do they not? Feeding on lies and illusions, killing yourself intently. Oh if only you have not fallen too deep into the pit less abyss. Maybe then I could have saved your soul, foolish woman…

He hesitated, pondering what to write next. Already his right hand ached, being sore from the lack of sleep. Feeling weary, he craned his head to the side only to catch a small painting at the left side of the oak wood desk. Trying to reach for it, he dragged his left hand tediously. To his surprise, his elbow knocked down the bottle of ink, spilling the thick black liquid on the table and on the first half of the parchment. With narrowed eyes, the young man dipped the quill on the substance and finished writing the last piece in his journal. With that finished, he then stood up lazily and walked out of the haunted room, shutting the door softly and had left the window open.

Now my sweet… Dead in your crypt, flesh decaying as you drift farther and farther away from me. Into the very arms of the very nightmares you sought to forget. Pity, I could not change before your eyes, I was certain you would have been comforted rather gently. The mind of a fool.

It was only through death that you had truly become my wife.

It was only through death that I can finally release this insanity locked beneath the darkest hole of my heart.

And it was only through death that you doubtlessly belong to me…