The cleansing
A burst of fiery pain, as the sun touched my skin, the blackness lighting aflame. Her skin burned too, the flames enveloping us. This burst of light blinding. I force my arms tighter around her, letting myself fall into her.
Finally, this wretched life would be complete.
To my dismay, I opened my eyes, the smell of burning flesh permeating my nose as I tried to see where I was. A ceiling--- somewhere—a smooth orange color. I attempted to move, a crunch of flesh and searing pain stopped me cold.
"Please, just stay still." I heard a soft voice call out. Attempting to move my head, again it said, "Please, Vincent, just rest. You're healing, but it's taking some time."
"Kavielle?" I moaned. The ability to cry seemed to be gone, a feeling of terror crawling over me.
