I could have made you feel even better than that, you stupid boy.A smile curves my lips. Warmth oozes to the hollow of my throat.
This was never going to end well anyway.
Pressure builds behind my eyes.
I think I might love you.
I want to tell him, but it seems as if it is too late.
Perhaps this is a dream after all, and when I wake, I will scream it at him.I think I might love you, you stupid, frustrating, demented, annoying Monster Boy.
Mine.
You are.
I inhale through my nose. The tang of my own blood—and maybe the smear on the floor—floods my nostrils.
What a shitty scent to die to.
I think of how Sullen smells instead. Black roses, earth, sandalwood.
He is so fucking divine.
Stein is only jealous he cannot reach the level of godhood his son already possesses.
The smile curves higher.
The blade digs deeper.
My pulse pounds all over my body, but I don’t try to fight anymore. Either this is real, or it isn’t, and soon, I suppose I will find out.
“Stein told me to keep you alive,” my attacker whispers. “But I have no use for such breakable things.” He presses the blade deeper.
More blood flows. It feels like a gush now.
I think I am going to die.
I force myself to imagine Sullen’s eyes in my head.
I will end with him in my mind.
I will never forget you.
My own beating pulse grows deeper. Louder.
It sounds like footsteps.
How strange.
I almost want to laugh. I try, but it is a strangled sort of sound that leaves my lips instead.
Then my heart stops beating altogether.
Or is it the footfalls?
Something is jostled at my back.
I am unceremoniously released, my cheekbone colliding with the marble floor, the pressure on my spine at oncegone.
