Novas death

The smooth lips stroke her cheek as he moved in to kiss her, she felt so safe with him. There was nothing they could not accomplish. They had found the last skull and together they would make everything right. The smooth kiss was replaced with an unbearable pain.  She looked down to see the knife scoring into her flesh. She grabbed his hand and looked at him. Her eyes meeting his, they were filled with shock and disbelief. She couldn’t say a word. The knife dug deeper into her flesh and her tears started to fall down her cheek. He stepped back removing the blade and he let her fall to the ground. She could fell the warm blood that had started to soak through her jacket. She lifted her hand to her side and felt the blood run through her fingers. She could not feel the pain anymore, it was like she was floating outside her body, and she saw the two of them in the desert. There they stood motionless as frozen in time. She sank to her knees, still not able to understand what had just happened. She was still holding on to the last crystal skull. They had found the last skull and everything was going to be alright.

Blake kneeled down in front of her grabbing the skull out of her hand. Her eyes fixed on his face; he avoided her piercing eyes as he stood back up.  She knew she was dying, she could feel the warmth leaving her body. Is this how it would end? Is this all for nothing?  She had been torn apart from every angle possible and her whole body was radiating and shaking in disbelief. Tears were pouring down her face. He had betrayed her, him. Of all the people in her life this was the only person she had trusted. Blake, who had saved her life more times that she, could count. Always telling her everything was going to be alright. Even in moments when it seemed like all hope was lost. He had been her rock.  Everything they had been through, it was lost, left there between the tiny rocks in the sand. He had killed her and for what?

He was standing there in front of her, emotionless and calm. He grabbed the skull out of her shakings hand and showed it down into his backpack. He turned around and started walking away. He was leaving her for death, on a plain in the middle of the desert.

She had been watching this happen, all in slow-motion, she was finally warped back into her body. She lifted herself up and screamed after him as he was walking away. “I trusted you, How could you do this, didn’t it mean anything to you” He just kept on walking. She raised her voice and screamed with blood spreading out from her mouth “I loved you”

She fell to her knees cuffing blood and she knew this was how she was going to die. Betrayed be the only person in the world she ever trusted, the only person she had ever truly loved.

He was walking faster now, his eyes full of pain, tears was running down his face. Just moments ago it seemed so reasonable what he had to do.  But in the moment the blade dug into her flesh it all became clear to him. He loved her too, but it was too late. Why haven’t he seen it before? Why did everything seem so easy and now it was irreversible. He wanted to run back, kiss her tell her he loved her. Hold her dying body in his arms and tell her he was so sorry and that he loved her back. But he couldn’t it was too late. The damage was already done. What he had done would never be forgiven, a betrayal so big that never could have been reversed. He glanced back just for a second seeing her lifeless body, left on the ground in a pool of blood. What had he done? The cloud had been lifted and for the first time, it became so clear to him, he loved her. Why now!!  They would have killed him too if he hadn’t done this, it was for the best. It had to be done. All of these thoughts had just been washed away in the second he saw the pain in her eyes.  Killing her in the belief it would have saved him. It was all meaningless and now whether he lived or died was meaningless too…