(The writing for this prompt I wrote IS gross. I know it is. Read with caution.)

“I love you.” I said to her.

I knew it wouldn’t be returned. She hated me now.

Her corpse had its eyes open. They looked up at me with love. Love, to me, at least. How beautiful. I leaned down next to her slowly. The gash on her face continued to bleed past her final breaths. She was alone with me. All quiet. No more whining or begging.

I softly rubbed my index over the wound, getting a bit of blood on it. I put it into my mouth, slowly licking it off. Her fluid inside my mouth felt wonderful.. I swished it around in my saliva, groaning before finally swallowing it.

You’re beautiful, mi amor. You just can’t realize it. Well, not as if you can realize anything anymore.

I hovered my hand over her face. She can’t feel anything anymore. But, I know my love goes beyond death. I know it.