He stands in front of her. Naked.
"This is my body."
He raises his arm. Bites deep. Eyes meet.
"This is my blood."
Hesitant still, she is.
"Come, taste and see that I am good."
.
.
.
She feeds. The light in his eyes fade. A weak whisper.
"Remember me."
1 comment:
This is beautiful. I wanted to write something like that for this title but it didn't work out. You've capture the feel of it in so few words. Gorgeous.
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