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A beautiful dessert such as her shouldn't be devoured by someone like me.
Perhaps she deemed that I had the right but I had no reason to follow through with it. Yet, the intoxicating smell of sweet buttercream filled my nose and her wafer-scented hands were like a poison.
"You smell amazing. Better than amazing... I can't describe it." I sputtered over my own words as I took her hand into mine, gently biting on the pads of her fingers, the skin deteriorating in my obsession.
How I wished to preserve her. How I wished to let her live. However, if it weren't me, someone else would take her away from me...
An admiration that surpassed the vow of love, of words, of action.
That is what led me to consume her entirety.
I wanted her to live and I could see it in her eyes, she did too. So, why did she wish to let me kill her.?
Her other hand lifted to my cheek, running her thumb soothingly across my skin like a sweet balm.
"Why are you crying.?" She asked softly, wiping my tears. I couldn't formulate an answer as her palm tasted like the sweetest vanilla.
As her raspberry blood hit my tongue, I couldn't help but sputter out my confession, a long withheld secret that we both knew.
"I love you, Marine. I love you so much."
And despite her strawberry words, they carried the aftertaste of lemon, a false "I love you too,"
By the end of the night, Marion's chest was stained and torn open by the maroon hues.
Rayne's face, too, was colored in the beautiful red that was her partner on stage the following evening.
Only to find her gone, never to be seen again. The only thing remaining was the sickeningly sweet virus that to this day, lingered in Rayne's mouth.