I huddled over his still body to protect him from the unending cacophony that was all around us. With every breath he used to take, his powerful chest used to move. The final beat of his pulse ended too fast, and the sound that used to calm and soothe me ceased. As his body gradually became chilly, the last of his warmth flowed from his skin and into mine, warming me for the final time.
"Help me," you say. To everyone who could hear me, I called out. "Help me, please!"
The rogues continued to fight, remaining loyal to their combative character, even if their masters were dead. The group was preoccupied with its own concerns, and the physicians were far away from me. I shook him while grabbing at his shoulders in an effort to shake him awake.
I yelled, "Please," disregarding the fact that his blood was all over me. "You must not leave me; I need you! I love you. Please, you are my love.
When the reference book I was using fell off the desk and to the floor, I snapped my head up and sprung to my feet. I worked all night in an effort to catch up with the paperwork that had suddenly accumulated. I wasn't going to sleep anyhow, so it was pointless.
I took his former seat in the chair and tried to clean up the mess he left behind. My little body felt as if it were being sucked up by the chilly leather of the soft chair, which was too big for me. The large, empty room was chilly and empty, with the books on the shelves gathering dust. It was wide open and bare. I felt bare and abandoned. I was unable to sense his presence anymore as it used to sit within my chest. My shoulders trembled as I rubbed my empty chest in a muffled cry.
Without realizing it, I had become used to hearing his voice every day and was now without that ability. I was no longer able to see the excitement in his eyes when he saw me. His humor and charm were both missed. Even though it scares me to say it, I missed feeling the contact of his flesh. I stopped feeling the sparks, the pull, and the desire since the connection had ended and he had left.
I used to stay up late staring out my window at the moon and making wishes to it. When I was still in my birth pack, I prayed for things to go better and that I could escape. I used to beg Master to stop the cruel treatment and beg to be allowed to leave while I was with him. I would scream into the moon, praying to the Goddess to release the others and to let me die in exchange for their liberty. The guys would come out and beat me into submission for waking them up after I sang till my neck burned against the chain.
Those were the evenings when I would lay awake in the midst of nowhere and beg a buddy to come and assist me. I'm hoping I'll have enough strength to locate a water source or some food to eat. All I needed at the moment was a secure place to sleep outside without anybody being able to locate me.
Wishful thinking didn't really get me far, however. There was never any abandonment of hope since nothing ever materialized. Until I met Jason, that is.
When I first saw him, he struck me as being powerful, menacing, and just scary. He was a tremendous individual who I had spent my whole life avoiding. He was unlike anybody I had ever met, however.
He was considerate and compassionate, constantly putting me before himself since I was his first priority. He didn't try to control me by dominating me; instead, he utilized his power to keep me safe. I had no clue how to behave around him or how I should feel about him, which made him frighteningly alluring. He perplexed me and pushed me to my boundaries. Despite the fact that I didn't treat him the way a partner should, he gave everything up for me.
He ultimately gave himself up for me.
I murdered him. I have yet another person to carry on my shoulders. Blood that was much darker than usual scarlet soaked my palms with murder. My personal friend. The person who I was meant to defend with my life as he did for me has since passed away. He was slain by me.
I could have simply turned myself in, give myself up, and spared him the trouble. It's possible that some of the people I killed are still alive today. The other half of my soul, my soul partner, could simply be here right now, even without me.
Now I would do the exact opposite. To have him back, I would wish all of my past wishes away. I would endure the suffering I had already through forever in order to have him come back to life. Everything. I'd sacrifice everything for him. He definitely deserves it more than I do, therefore trade my life for his.
My musings were cut short by a knock at the door, bringing me back to the present.
"Luna?" The heavy wooden door muffled his voice.
"Y-yes?" I cried aloud, wiping away my tears.
The rituals are about to begin. I swiveled the chair so that I was now facing the window and had my back to the door. Looking up at the sky, a soothing light emanated from the pale, full moon, illuminating the landscape. I swore at it for removing the one thing that had any real importance to me. I could see my cracked reflection in the glass if I looked more closely. My eyes were as lifeless and dull as he is right now, and my face was swollen from sobbing. My hair was also out of place.