The day death left me, I couldn’t breathe. That iron string between our hearts, she yanked a hole in my chest on her way out the door. Crimson, ever-greying, gushed out in vain pursuit as she turned and waltzed out to disappear beyond the pews and arches. I fell to my knees. Death had always accepted my gifts, albeit with a hidden face, but now she’d left me behind.
They’ll call me monster, I’m sure. That blue-man behind me could attest to why. But at least I saw her face, the most beautiful and heinous thing ever seen.