You lie still on the cold granite slab. I fall to my knees and lean over you. I open your fist, and leave my crimson gift in your palm. It wilts in your folding fingers. I try to wake you up. Gently, I nudge you. Turn your face to me, make you look at me. Your eyes look beyond me. I kiss your unfeeling lips. I catch a whiff of your smell. I breathe into your ear. Struggle to break this silence. I feel the smoothness of your skin. Trace my fingers down your neck to your breast. I put my ear to your chest, and freeze. Your heart beats, for someone else.
I've never done this before. Neither have I. I think it's too early. I'm not sure if I'm ready. I'm scared. I feel funny. Is it supposed to be like this? I always thought it would be different. Not with you. Never with you. I can do without this. Oh, I don't need this either. What about tomorrow? Yeah, today won't be the same after this. We won't be the same after this. There's no turning back. It feels right though. I feel fine. Alright, I'll do it. I'll do it. I love you. I love you.