That wouldn't do. You had been a strong person. To hurt you would have taken effort. Now, kneeling here over your coffin, my blood running over the engraving of your name, the cemetery workers leaving in silence behind me, I made you a promise.
Fiction: Romance - Rated: T - English - Romance/Tragedy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,880 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 7-13-09