DARK PETALS
Raindrops fell in a slow steady drizzle, pattering against an opened black umbrella. The light tapping of soles against wet cement filled the moist humid air. Hoping to keep his companion dry, a lean man dressed entirely in black, slowly moved his umbrella over her body. He did not seem to care that this chivalrous gesture would leave him without protection from the splash of the cold raindrops.
His companion did not notice this, for her eyes were intent, not on the horizon ahead of her, but on the wet blades of grass caressing her feet. Abruptly she stopped as her gaze lifted slowly up to the bleak sky. Her eyes, hidden behind dark shades, shifted to the person a few steps behind her. "Wait here." she quietly commanded in a firm manner. She dug her hands deeply into the burrows of her trench coat. The young man glanced at her with one darkened eyebrow raised as he stopped in his tract. He grasped the wooden handle of the umbrella tightly causing his knuckles to whiten. For a brief moment he debated not listening to her command. Instead, he sighed deeply holding the umbrella out toward her. She ignored or pretended to not see this movement, instead she continued to trudge forward.
As he watched her, he pulled the umbrella over himself. Secretly he was slightly relieved she had not taken it, for the rain had shifted from a cool refreshing drizzle, to a bone chilling downpour. The young woman came to a stop, her fingers reaching up to pull her darkened shades form her oval face. Her eyes drifted down to the statue in front of her. Her fingers suddenly went lax on the glasses, and they dropped to the ground. The stone statue was a womanly figure, it's palms stretched outward towards the heavens. The lidless pupils seem to stare blankly at the stone face below it, a quiet form hiding the sadness encased within it's lifeless being.
Saddened eyes traveled down the curves of the statue to the slab of stone on which it sat. She dropped to her knees in front of it. A cold damp feeling rushed up her knees as the soft pliable mud seeped through her black nylons. Trembling fingers reached out towards the stone brushing across its surface. The stone was cold, smooth, almost....impersonal. She reached into her left pocket pulling out gently a black rose. Bringing it to her nose she inhaled briefly its intoxicating perfume. Her fingers traced the curvature of the silky petals and the thorny stem as she placed it on the ground before her. "Your...Favorite" she whispered softly.
Her fingers dragged down surface of the stone, coming to the first engraved letter, taking along with it a glob of mud. She mouthed the words written, her heart quickening, a sob catching in her throat. She moved her fingers slowly, tracing the sharp gothic letters chiselled across the stone. With each letter, the pain slamming inside her chest intensified. Her legs gave way as she collapsed in front of the grave site, her body trembling due to heart racking sobs. She gasped taking deep wheezened breaths, and regained her composure. With quivering fingers she continued their travel across the cold stone. She caressed each letter, this time with a slight smile on her lips. Lifting up her face, she allowed the icy rain to pour down as if this action would somehow wash away her sadness. She pulled the stringy clumps of her hair from across her face. Softly smiling she slide her hand into the pockets of her jacket, clasping to the warm handle of a silver berreta. A finger gently caressed the trigger, slowly pressing the cold biting silver to her chest.
A flock of midnight crows fluttered taking to the sky. The man who had arrived with her, turned too late, only to see her body lurch forward falling into the outstrechted marble arms of the statue in front of her as if welcoming it willingly. "Lady?!" He exclaimed rushing to her side. He cradled her lolling head into his arms, his hand hovering inches over her chest. He was more than ready to sacrifice his life energy to replenish hers. She closed her eyes shaking her head briefly. His hand dropped clenched upon her chest. Closing his eyes he let a deep soul encompassing sigh escaping from his lips. The man knew that her wishes were to always be followed, no matter what the outcome. He reached up to brush her hair from her face. She opened her mouth to speak but found it filled with the warmth of her own blood. Suddenly she was clearly aware of her situation. Her body shook with laughter causing the blood to bubble past her lips and to trickle out the corners of her mouth. The gentleman had not seen her laugh in such a long time, that despite the circumstances, he could not help but smile. Gingerly he brushed the blood off her lips and cleared the blood from her passageway. "What is it you wish now, My Lady?" he whispered gently. She spoke brokenly, yet clearly; each word laborious draining her further, a quiet whisper against a harsh wind.
Her hand dropped to her side her palms opened towards the sky, crushing the dark petals of her love's favorite rose.
The gentleman blinked back tears remembering her last words.
"Bury..Me...with..MY one and only..love..."