The man and his lady were sitting down in their dirty living room with a small table kept in the center. There were empty aluminium cans scattered all around. He looked at her munching up the countable number of peanuts from her plate. His blood shot eyes didn't manage to hide the affection they displayed. Watching her eat would satisfy him. The days of hunger wouldn't matter as he would save up those little bites found here and there, just for her.
He started breathing heavily as she finally looked up at him munching the last peanut from her plate.
"You okay, me love?!" she cried, holding his shaky hand.
"You take care of yourself, darling. These are bad times, but I want you to hold on" he kept a shaky fist on her hand.
"I'm yours and always will be yours" he added, panting heavily.
She looked into his eyes, watching his eye lids droop as his eye balls frequently pointed upwards and his breaths started draining continually.
"Yes me love, you are mine" she placed his hand on her plate and plunged her fork into it.
He shouted in pain but she remained unaffected with a watery mouth and deaf ears.
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The last love story would end up just like any famous love story. With a man and his martyrdom.
1 comment:
Sinister! But beautiful as well. Reminded me of Titanic - last scene.
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