[Ash]: 102.Contests.Drabbles.October 2008

It is light filtering through a large paned window into the silent euphoria I have been feeling. Every time I walk by your room, the blood stains call to me; silently and steadily they whisper to me that you’ve eaten. One day when I feel brave enough to look on the face of my dead love, one day I shall look upon your face and see what an icy afterlife I shall have. O, softly proceeding my heartbeat skips upon the deaden floor and though we may not speak the connection of two souls bonding beyond death is always there.