"Follow me" she whispered as she reached for my hand.
So I listened. I closed my eyes and allowed our palms to meet. I let her whisk me away into her world of dark beauty.
When I opened my eyes I could taste her lips. So sweet and tangy, soft to the touch. But she was no where to be found, as I tried to move I understood then that it wasn’t her lips I was tasting, but my own scarlet blood dripping onto my lips.
“I will alway love you” came a whisper from the wind, and darkness took over.