Dead
Dead. Her body lays cold in my hands just as it has for years, decades even. Years have gone by, yet she never awakens. Never even stirs. I have waited years for her eyes to open, to see me and weep in my arms over lost time. Yet, that day never comes. She doesn't awaken. She doesn't even try.
No sign of life. No indication she'll ever come back, and yet here I remain at her side. I sit in the silence and the pain of never knowing if she'll return to me. Yet, remain here, I must. Not for me, but for her. Where would she go if I wasn't here to be by her side? Who would she see?
I know one day she'll return to me, and I'll be ready when that day comes. Whether I have the open arms of a warm lover or the hands of a cold blooded killer is even beyond my knowing.
I have waited for so long for her to just see my love. For her to truly see how I never left. How had I truly cared. Yet, she never saw it. She never even tried, really. All the times I was there and listened to her stories. All the times I remained calm while she betrayed me and lied to my face. All the times I remained loyal even when she had not. Nothing is ever lost on me. I saw it all.
The sneaking behind my back. The late night messages. The way she flirted in front of me. I saw it, yet I never spoke of it. Never even acknowledged it. Simply smiled and played my part as the devoted husband I am. Where would she be had she not been with me?
Surely, those other lovers were great. Maybe even treated her better, but none of them stayed like I do. None of them remained at her side like I do. They all fled once everything hit the fan, left her to me. Too afraid to even try to take her away. At the end of the day, she's mine. Mine to hold. Mine to kill. Mine to do whatever I want now, but if only she'd wake so I could show her just how I feel.
