Kind of frerard, I guess. At least that's how I imagined it while writing it. Inspired by Gone With the Sin by HIM (which obviously I do not own). Veeery short.
I remember when it all started.The heartache, and the pain. And I still see, in my mind, how full of life you had been. But that's just a fading memory now. I trailed my hand down your arm and took your hand in my own, using the other to play with your slightly curling hair. You don't have the time of day to fix it any more. I leaned my forehead to yours, breathing in your scent. You sighed in your sleep, almost contently. Almost.
Oh my precious darling, so beautiful yet so torn apart. But in an odd way, I love it. I love how you seem to just count the seconds until your time is up, you know you're running out of them. I love how with every moment of your life you struggle to hold back the tears. There's no going back. I know that. Your tears run down your cheeks now, I wipe them off with my thumbs, cradling your fragile face in my hands. We're falling apart, you and me. But you most of all. You're just too far gone with the sin to ever return, my love.