Standing behind her
he watches
Just outside of her peripheral
She senses him
he's waiting to make a move
Just as he prepares to caress her soft skin
with razor claws and blood-soaked wings
she moves a fraction of an inch
this movement throws him off guard
he waited too long
he must act fast and soon
she must be with him
she's finished grieving
it cannot be any other way
ivory skin
sun kissed hair
fragile and full frame
everyone longed to take her in
he couldn't allow it
even beyond the grave he needed her
she just had no clue
no one could love her as much as he did
and he was going to see to it
she would be just as beautiful in the afterlife
