A silent goodbye, a final ode to love
Vincent:
Her face so solemn staring out of my bedroom window. Her pale, subtle lips fallen at their corner; the taste of her lips still haunting my every sense. Fuck—here I was, alone with her in my home. She had been banished by Andrew, the grief of loss still hanging from her, but I still craved her touch.
My darling Queen, why must you be so decadent?
"I'm sorry I've made yet another mess of my life; you don't need this while you're trying to help your son. It isn't fair to you."
"No, my queen, you are never a bother—" I paused, trying to draw an empty breath. Even speaking to her was too much for me to handle; this craving pressing me to comfort her. Maybe lay her down gently and make sweet love to her.
