I sit on an old, wine-red sofa in a dark living room, thunder rumbling outside the window.

Frequent lightning showers the room in intense light.

We rest together; it has been a long day for both of us.

”I love you.”

I say to the woman, laying her head on my lap.

Running my fingers through her long chestnut hair, their silky smoothness caresses my battered fingers as if healing them.

As if healing my soul.

”I love you,” I repeat.

I caress her exposed neck,

leading me down to her stiff shoulders,

and along to her red top.

Like moving on their own, I feel down her sultry waist,

travel to her alluring thighs, covered by frayed, tight blue jeans.

I linger in the blissful moment for a short while.

Following her curves back to her head, I bring my hand to her face and swipe it below her fragile chin.

My other hand reaches to her head, stroking her hair again.

I lean in close.

Blowing onto her ear, the brown locks flow aside and fully reveal her stunning earlobes.

I whisper in her ear.

”I love you.”

Thunder strikes; its light bounces around and reflects from the shattered glass pieces covering the floor.

Finally, the heavens break open, pouring rain through the window in large drops.

The relaxing, soothing susurration of rain flows down from the sky, and the rattle of the tin windowsill fills the moment.

Darkened spots form on our clothes, but the cold soak does not bother us.

I turn her head upwards.

Her divine face inches from mine.

She collects the rain, forming small puddles on her closed eyelids.

The water runs down her cheeks like tears.

Her demeanor is soft, not a wrinkle of dissatisfaction on her brow nor a frown darkening her expression.

I blink my sore eyes, which shed a single red tear.

Gravity sets it loose from my cheek, dropping onto her chin.

The crimson drop follows down the path of her jawline, slipping down her neck leaving behind a red trail.

It reaches the back of her neck, which reluctantly lets go of it.

The tear drips onto the sofa, a small stain amongst many others.

”I… love... you,” my breath labored and raspy, I gasp out.

Her glistening pink lips invite me in for the last time.

I raise her head as I bring mine downwards; our mouths meet halfway.

I close my eyes and kiss her deeply, passionately.

Her lips do not respond to the gesture.

I taste the iron, the blood.

The rain and the wind pick up and batter us hard through the shattered window.

The wind violently tests the light blue curtains as they are shaken rhythmically like waves in a storm.

The rain soaks us, submerging us in its cold blanket.

I open my eyes.

She has yet to open hers.

Her greedy eyelids unjustly hide the all-consuming sapphire within.

Even her dainty little nose.

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No sign of motion.

Completely still.

A flashing blue light fills the room.

I gently break our kiss, my heart almost doing the same.

Straightening my back, I lift her head to move from under her.

I lay her head carefully back on the soft cushions and reluctantly let go.

Standing up is painful; my whole body aches and stings.

I look towards the broken window and see the body of a man, eerily lying below the windowsill on the floor.

Still there.

A car flashing a blue light has been parked in the yard.

I turn away and limp back to her.

With great difficulty, I lay myself back on the sofa right next to her.

I entwine my legs and body with her every curve and mound.

My arms explore until I find the hem of her top, slipping my hands underneath.

Sliding them over her back muscles, I find her elegantly curving spine and the pointed but exquisite shoulder blades.

I realize just how very cold she is as my arms are squeezed between the silky fabric and her heavenly skin.

Embracing her tightly, I share my receding warmth with her.

At this moment, our bodies are without borders, not knowing loneliness or fear.

We are together.

Finally, our lips meet in unison once more.

It felt like an eternity since the last time.

We are one.

I love you

I breathe deep through my nose; her scent flows voraciously into my lungs and takes over my senses, making my head spin.

There was a knock on the door.

”It’s the Police. We got a call over some noise; please open up.”

A young man announces politely.

My senses are in disarray.

My fingers started to lose feeling, unable to feel her like she wasn’t there anymore.

Like the arctic sea, a wave of cold washes over me, shivering me to my core.

My soaked, cool clothes stick to my body, not helping with the sudden frigid atmosphere.

My head feels heavy; could I even lift it if I wanted to?

Thoughts cloud over as even the immense pain in my body starts to disappear.

I feel like I’m about to…

Lose myself.

I hug her harder with trembling hands.

I love you.

Forever.

No matter what.

So please don’t go…

Without me.

The door is pounded again, louder and longer.

”Hello, are you okay in there? This is the Police! Please, sir, open the door right now!”

The voice of an irritated older man shouts.

Lightning flashes, striking close by, followed by a deafening rumble, drowning out the noises from the door for a moment.

It rains down harder, and a gale tears the curtains loose.

The thin, almost see-through fabrics flutter through the air and land on the two figures on the couch, covering their tired, motionless bodies.

The door is kicked in, falling from its hinges, crushing shards of glass as it does.

Two policemen step into the room with their pistols drawn.

The ghastly house echoed only with rain hitting various surfaces - shattered glass, metal, the wooden floor - each with distinct sounds.

The cold wind whistling about chills, even the officers, the storm showing no signs of subsiding.

They point their flashlights across the room, lit before by only the night outside the broken windows.

The younger one soon gasps wide-eyed as his beam of light finds the two people lying on the couch.

A delicate hand hangs limp from under the blue curtains covering them.

The senior officer carefully approaches the couch.

With a shaky hand, he grabs the edge of a blood-stained curtain and peeks underneath.

Startled, he accidentally drops it back down.

The young officer holds his breath as his colleague turns to him.

”We're... too late,” he says quietly, shoulders slumping down in sadness and defeat.

Neither look at the other as they have a moment of silence.

There was no time to help, nothing to do.

The lovers had already crossed over, beyond this world.

To the sea of stars, into infinity, into nothingness.

They would be together forever, united in oblivion.