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Lost without you...!
Lost
Lost without you ...!
... A pool of blood formed on the cold tiles. His blood. It escaped his body, unwilling to stop. He pulled the knife out of the wound and smiled; his head was in my lap. “Why?” “So that you live. So that they leave you alone.” The blood soaked his clothes; the silk turned red. There was deep calm in his ice-blue eyes, like three months ago. Before our escape. "I'm not afraid. Only I'll be alone." "Someone will be able to save you!" "Too late." His blood now also wet my white robe. “I love you.” With that he closed his eyes. Blood ran down the corners of his mouth. I kissed his cool lips. "Sleep well, love," I whispered. Then the pain overwhelmed me. He left me alone. All alone in a world full of dead hope, fear, war. A world without him. From now on I was really all alone, cast out, chased away by the family, sentenced to death. Because he was something higher than me, a pharaoh priest. Now that he had sacrificed himself, I was free. But what good was a world without him? "Without you I am lost," I said softly; one of my tears fell on his beautiful face.
Time passed; his blood was slowly drying and I was still sitting there as if in a trance, his head resting on my lap. The wound had stopped bleeding; a thin trickle was left. Left alone with my pain, I sat here in the temple with the body of my lover in my arms.
I was afraid. Why still live when the gods have taken everything from me? He had made his sacrifice to keep me alive. But what good was a life without someone to share it with?
My pain turned into fear, into sadness. I carefully laid his body on the floor. With watery eyes I took his dagger, which he had recently (minutes? Hours? Days?) Rammed into his chest and collapsed in front of my eyes. He, the great priest, who had always been cool and inscrutable, he who had defended my life to the utmost, had, after a long grief, lay happily in my arms again and then left me.
My tears ran down my face; I took the dagger, held his hand tight - and struck. Blood oozed from my wound and wetted my dress. I lay down next to him, wanting to be close to him while he died. I was not afraid; I knew he would wait for me and be happy to hug me again. A long-missed calm spread inside me. I smiled, squeezed his hand, and pulled out the dagger.
Hours later, our bodies were found in the temple. He had sacrificed himself and I followed him. United in life, not divided in death either. Now nobody would be able to separate us anymore. No more! Not even the Pharaoh ...
~~ end ~~
This short story was written shortly after I moved to (N) somewhere.I guess I looked too long at the picture with Seto ... And that at school ... ^ _ ^
Well no matter. The girl's name is Setsuna. Before I put the story on the net, my friends were allowed to puzzle around whether it was Shounen Ai ... Almost everyone said yes. That's why the main character doesn't have a name, and if you think it's Shounen Ai, that's it !!
Nice to write clerks, yes? * on your knees implore * * beg * Thank you !!
* hug *
... A pool of blood formed on the cold tiles. His blood. It escaped his body, unwilling to stop. He pulled the knife out of the wound and smiled; his head was in my lap. “Why?” “So that you live. So that they leave you alone.” The blood soaked his clothes; the silk turned red. There was deep calm in his ice-blue eyes, like three months ago. Before our escape. "I'm not afraid. Only I'll be alone." "Someone will be able to save you!" "Too late." His blood now also wet my white robe. “I love you.” With that he closed his eyes. Blood ran down the corners of his mouth. I kissed his cool lips. "Sleep well, love," I whispered. Then the pain overwhelmed me. He left me alone. All alone in a world full of dead hope, fear, war. A world without him. From now on I was really all alone, cast out, chased away by the family, sentenced to death. Because he was something higher than me, a pharaoh priest. Now that he had sacrificed himself, I was free. But what good was a world without him? "Without you I am lost," I said softly; one of my tears fell on his beautiful face.
Time passed; his blood was slowly drying and I was still sitting there as if in a trance, his head resting on my lap. The wound had stopped bleeding; a thin trickle was left. Left alone with my pain, I sat here in the temple with the body of my lover in my arms.
I was afraid. Why still live when the gods have taken everything from me? He had made his sacrifice to keep me alive. But what good was a life without someone to share it with?
My pain turned into fear, into sadness. I carefully laid his body on the floor. With watery eyes I took his dagger, which he had recently (minutes? Hours? Days?) Rammed into his chest and collapsed in front of my eyes. He, the great priest, who had always been cool and inscrutable, he who had defended my life to the utmost, had, after a long grief, lay happily in my arms again and then left me.
My tears ran down my face; I took the dagger, held his hand tight - and struck. Blood oozed from my wound and wetted my dress. I lay down next to him, wanting to be close to him while he died. I was not afraid; I knew he would wait for me and be happy to hug me again. A long-missed calm spread inside me. I smiled, squeezed his hand, and pulled out the dagger.
Hours later, our bodies were found in the temple. He had sacrificed himself and I followed him. United in life, not divided in death either. Now nobody would be able to separate us anymore. No more! Not even the Pharaoh ...
~~ end ~~
This short story was written shortly after I moved to (N) somewhere.I guess I looked too long at the picture with Seto ... And that at school ... ^ _ ^
Well no matter. The girl's name is Setsuna. Before I put the story on the net, my friends were allowed to puzzle around whether it was Shounen Ai ... Almost everyone said yes. That's why the main character doesn't have a name, and if you think it's Shounen Ai, that's it !!
Nice to write clerks, yes? * on your knees implore * * beg * Thank you !!
* hug *