The Forbidden

It was one of the darkest night I must say. Maybe because of that I could at once recognize him as his crimson hair was shining brightly.

I came close but still maintained a certain distance so that I would not disturb him. He was standing in front of her grave like a lost child who had lost all hope . His eyes which were supposed to be gleaming as her description had lost its gleam as if grieving for something. But there were no tears coming out. I could sense his grief just by looking at him.

I detested him but at the same time pitied him . He was not even present at her last moments. But deep down I also knew that it was impossible for him to come. I had thought if I ever meet him I would probably kill him. I resented him for her death or I wanted to do so.

But now that he is in front of me I can't seem to do anything .

I can see now why she who never made mistake did that .