The Lover

"You ask me for a reason, for a motive of why your incredulous eyes can't see the true beauty of my acts. Sir, it's not my fault you are blindfolded by all those standards that have been created trying to describe the only and single motive the world is protected from succumbing into ice: love. Years have passed, words have been written, syllables have been said and still, no one can actually have the sense of what love is. Sir, have you heard about the Seven Deadly Sins? The world has been resumed in seven chapters. Seven prohibited acts and of all of them I am guilty. Why did I kill him? You may ask. No, I did not hate him. I can see the way that question is written in your eyes, and the way your mouth tries to spell 'lie', but I didn’t. I loved him, more than my own life, more than what I will love someone, more than what I will love the hell I am going to go after you condemn me. It was because that insanely big love that I had to kill him. It hurted too much the way his time was stolen by his own time, the way the more happiness he got, the closer he was to sadness. I loved him way too much to let time steal his life, and his life steal his time. The closer he got to me, the closer he was to dig his grave. He knew I loved him madly, he knew this was all wrong, but I as pulled the trigger, placing the last nail in his coffin, a smile was shown in his face, and his eyes were wet with happiness. I have seen that face before, all in the ones that have been touched by death's wings. A face of a free spirit. A face of a lover."

"So sir, I can't deny it, you can accuse me of murdering my husband, but you will never have the opportunity to accuse me of not loving him. As love has a million ways to express itself, it has a million ways to be punished. If the truth is spoken by my lips... That's the only thing your soul can judge"

The woman stopped speaking, closing her eyes. My partner pulled the rope and she was hanged. She did not fight. As she sank her teeth into forever, I saw the face that has been presented to me a million times before, a face that has been shown in all the ones that have been touched by death's wings. A face of a free spirit. A face of a lover.