Whispers

 
 

hands

He gladly hands her the keys of his heart.

His love, his desire, his room, his life.

He gives her everything he has, even his memories, save a few. The only thing he keeps from this beautiful creature who stands beside him and holds his sanity in her open hands is the blood his hands have shed. The blood that stains his hands, he will never allow to touch her, to mar her perfect, unburdened skin.

She has never borne his unspeakable sins and never will, if he can keep even one promise.

He secretly vows to her, Never again.

 


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