• "There is beauty in pain." He whispered to me, ever so sweetly.

    I sighed. Just his voice was enough to string me to the content side of my heart. He completes me.

    "Yes," I replied, my head on his chest, listening to his heart beating behind his ribcage.
    "You are most beautiful when you bleed."

    "Am I?" He asked, slightly amused. But his voice was filled with the utmost love for me.

    "Absolutely." I said.

    I lifted my head off of his chest and looked deeply into his eyes. Those beautiful navy blue eyes. They looked sad, underneath everything else, but that was expected. Saying he had a hard life would be a major understatement. Most people would rather be dead and rotting in the ground before they had to endure what he had, but I am glad that he did endure what he had. Because now he had me, and I had him. And that was all we needed.

    "Tell me, my love. Am I beautiful even when I have no broken skin?" He asked me kindly.

    Our gazes never broke. I sat there, seemingly ignoring his question. I was too content for speaking. I just wanted to stay there in his arms. Forever.

    "Of course you are. I love you no matter what. Bleeding, healed. In every state. It's all the same."

    He smiled, and he kissed my forehead with one gentle movement.

    "I love you."

    "I love you, too."

    And with that, he drew a knife and put it to his lips, and then he smiled, looking at me.

    "Do you want to see me bleed?" He asked coyly.

    "I always want to see you bleed." I told him.

    So he stuck his tongue out and slid the blade over it until he drew the crimson liquid from underneath the skin, and then he leaned in towards me, and I engaged him in a bloody kiss. I could feel the his blood in my mouth and on my lips, and it felt good. It felt real. Not just the blood, but the passion we had for each other. This was true love. We both knew it. We both knew what we wanted; to stay in this very moment for the rest of our lives. Away from the pain and the guilt. The lies, the manipulation and the evil of the outside world. We knew that we had found what we had been looking for all our lives in each other.