Heart Beat

There was a searing pain in my chest. You watched me with cold, dead eyes as I winced and hissed through clenched teeth. A gasp forced its way through my lips as I finally collapsed on the ground in front of you, blood slowly pooling around me. But, I had succeeded. For in my bloodied hand, my heart continued to softly beat.

I felt cool fingers make their way into my hand, softly patting it before pulling away my heart. I looked up, grinning tiredly at you. I had done everything you had ever asked, given myself to you in every possible way. I had thought that I had proved my life to you with your last request. But then you had asked for this, and I jumped at the opportunity. And now you had everything you asked for. I had passed all your tests.

I watched you examine the bloody muscle in your hands, an unreadable look on your face. Finally with a sigh, you met my stare, and threw my heart behind you carelessly. I let out a strangled cry ad reached out for it, trying to wriggle my way to it. But your next words stopped my cold in my tracks.

“… It’s not good enough.”

The words echoed in my head as I turned to look at you. Your face was hard and calculating. What else would I have to do before I was good enough for you? What else did you need for me? What else would I need to do?

My thoughts were interrupted as you stood up, drawing something out of your jacket; a knife. I could feel my face begin to lose all its colour as you ran your hand down the back of the blade. This was it, I just knew it. You roughly kicked me in the side, turning me over so I was staring up at the sky above us.

“I need just one more thing from you, love.”

I could feel you kneel next to me, though I refused to look at you. I didn’t need to speak to let you know that I agreed to this, you just knew. Even now, I couldn’t refuse you. You had complete control over me. Control I freely gave you. Cold fingers gripped my chin, turning my head towards you. Those cold fingers gently stroked my cheeks, as I felt the cold harshness of the knife press against my throat. A single tear ran down my cheek, and you tenderly wiped it away, as you put enough pressure on the blade and cut me deeply.

Choked breaths struggled to escape, warm blood spilled out, and I couldn’t tear away my eyes from yours. They were cold and lifeless, yet, you looked beautiful and I longed to tell you. But my vision was fading away and I couldn’t say anything.

I love you.