The king of Ashes
I slid down the door, my legs giving out, and I sat in a heap on the cold marble floor, my body shaking with agonizing sobs.
“I love you,” I whispered, my hand flat against the wood, as if I could somehow will my love through to him. “Please, I love you. Don't let this be the end. Don't leave me.”
The silence that answered was my judgment. It was as cold and as empty as the space where his heart used to be. I had done this. I had been the one to bring the ashes back.
I don’t know how long I sat there, lost in my own, shattered world, but the sound of the door being ripped open made me gasp.
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