Forever Gone

By

Arabella Lindsay

He said goodbye to her for the last time. She was pale, a ghost like slickly pale. Her lips, that had once been a beautiful shade of red, now were cracked and dried, almost as white as the skin that surrounded them. Her hair that had once glistened like threads of onyx stone, now just limp, completely drained of all life. Her face, that used to be so full of life and joy, was now a barren wasteland of no emotion at all.

He held her small, delicate hand in his hands. Her hands were cold, and unresponsive to his touch. He ran a finger over her wrist, hoping that he was wrong, that there might still be a chance that even the smallest spark of life was left inside of her. But all was still, no pulse. Nothing but death.

A wave of emotion washed over him, drowning him in a wave of sorrow. He was wracked with a fit of sorrow, that came on so rapidly he could only let them out in broken, choked sobs. A single tear, slid down his cheek and fell onto her cold emotionless face. The tear mixed with the blood that had dried on her forehead.

He pulled her lifeless body toward his chest. He grabbed onto it, holding her close, refusing to accept that she was gone forever.

"She can't be gone," he choked, his voice was already broken before he even began to speak. "She just can't be." His heart shattered into thousands of tiny pieces, scattered on the floor around him, never to be found and mended again.

He wiped the small droplets of blood and tears from her forehead, creating a dark red smear against her snow white skin.

He stared into her face, remembering the way her nose wrinkled when she laughed. How she would yell in frustration and playfully hit him when he teased her. The way she reacted to every time he kissed her. The way she would say I love you, as they lied under the stars at night.

He continued to cry, but slowly he let go of her body, gently laying her on the floor in the pool of her blood that now stained the floor.

He wasn't ready so say goodbye, if he ever even would really be ready. He had loved her since the first day that he had laid his eyes on her. He loved her, even when they weren't together all that he could think about was her. She was like a part of him that he could not let go.

He said goodbye to her one last time. Goodbye to the only woman that he ever loved, and ever would love. He looked down at her body one last time. "Always and forever I shall love you," he whispered, kissing her forehead one last time, before slipping away into the darkness.

This originally started out as just a short prose, that was inspired by Ada Wong's death scene in Resident Evil 2. But it is really the story of how a man feels after he loses the love of his life. This is also on FanFiction as a fanfic, but I thought that since it was really more of an original prose that I would post it here also.

A.L.