Helena

Distinctly he remembered it was a night on a bleak December where his screams of never-ending agony reverberated through his mind, his tears that ran down his bruised face, the tint of crimson slowly spreading on the grey cement road, his life dressed in white with a hint of red laying limply on his arms.

The teary eyed stars watched from afar as they witnessed two deaths, the moon held back its tears for it can’t do anything but accept the fact that he was only a spectator on that night.

People surrounded the grieving groom, witnessing a grotesque sight. His life held tightly on his arms, bawling over it his heavy tears and a guttural cry, hugging it tightly with bloody hands.

Holding his life tightly in his arms, accepting the fact that no matter if he killed himself, cry his heart out, no true love’s kiss could save their short spent forever.

As the night began to fade, he kissed her soft cherry lips one last time, hugged her tightly, and whispered his final words to his bride before letting go.

“So long and goodnight, my Helena.”