A pale light streamed in through the single window, giving sight to the particles of dust in the air. Lily sat still atop a desk, looking at her feet, dangling freely. Her dark hair fell over her face, hiding her grey eyes. Across the room, Luke said nothing, and only stared blankly back at her.
“I bet you’re thinking about what I’m thinking, aren’t you?” She said still looking at Luke through narrow eyes. “Try and guess.” She lifted her head and blew her bangs back over her forehead. “No matter what you say, I won’t let you go,” she said looking straight into his eyes.
He said nothing.
“We’ve been through so much,” she continued. “I know you say I may be too controlling. Too much for you to to manage. But you know what Luke? I love you. Don’t you understand that?” Her eyes stayed on his but he still had yet to speak. He didn’t even blink.
“I’m the one that taught you to be this way. I’m the one who showed you how to be strong. I’m the one, who showed you how to stand up for yourself! When we met…you were…how can I say this? You were pretty weak.”
He glanced at her.
“A pushover. Now? Now it’s as if nothing can harm you.”
She squinted her eyes in frustration.
“What’s that look? Luke?”
She walked over to him, her arms folded.
“Well? Aren’t you going to say anything at all to me?” She turned around away from him, rolling her eyes. “Not that anything you say would make up for what you did…”
Luke remained quiet. As quiet as he’d ever been. Perhaps she was right.
“Yes! It was all you. It’s your fault this happened. It’s your fault we’re having this…this discussion.”
“I did you a favor, Luke! I…I was there for you. No one else cared. No one. I did you a favor…” She didn’t agree with any of her own words. It was just hot air leaving her body. Lily’s eyes began to water but she wiped the tears away quickly and turned back to face him.
“No! No. Don’t you dare get up!” she said, pointing her finger at him. “Oh…you forgot? You’re so damn surprised that I can cry? We’ll I’m human. I bleed. I hurt, Luke! After everything,” she mumbled as her shoulders dropped towards the floor.
“Oh, Luke I love you. I know you didn’t mean it. And…and I know, it’s not really you’re fault. We can work this out. We can work through this! You and me. We’re a team. Amor numquam moritur! Remember? Say it, Luke. Amor numquam moritur…”
Luke continued to stare at her with a grin. An eerie grin that betrayed his state.
“The best team ever,” she said as she walked closer and closer to him. “There’s nothing to worry about now. Everything is going to be…okay.”
Lily reached over the top of the table, lifted Luke’s skull, smoothed her hand over the top of it and held it close against her chest, as she did every day, for the last year. She lowered her head and kissed the top of the skull, and whispered,
“Everything is going to be…wonderful.”
This short tale inspired by Phatpuppyart. Props. Word.
Amor numquam moritur.
Yo. Need more stories like this…or perhaps a bit more, shall we say…eerie? Or maybe you’re looking for even darker tales and art?
Look no further than Underneath The Juniper Tree’s February Issue.
The February issue is full of love and, of course, blood. Lots of blood. Be careful when someone sends you a sweet Valentine, because it may be your doom.”–Feb Issue
Amor numquam moritur.