A Vision

She walks up to me, a cold white dust on her coat. She looks me squarely in the eye, a tear falls from her cheek to the blade she holds. The snow crunches beneath her feet as she imparts upon me a final embrace. “Good bye” she says “I’m sorry”. She holds her dagger over her left breast. Unimaginable grief adorns her face. The dagger plunges into her chest, into her heart. A brief cry of anguish escapes her lips. She falls to the ground blood flowing freely from her wound, turning the snow a deep red. I stand there. I cannot move. A single tear streams down my cheek, the only that ever escaped my eye. I fall to my knees. I look over her body, hoping that somehow she is still alive hoping that she missed. A fools hope. I draw the knife from her chest, her blood still warm upon it. There is nothing more to be lost. “I love you” I say, as I press the knife against my chest. I press harder. A wave of pain washes over me. The blade reaches my heart. I feel dizzy, faint. The world around me darkens. I fall next to her. Her pristine face is my last sight. She fades into darkness.

~Mad Vulcan