I looked deep into his crystal eyes and knew it was the end.
With his warm, strong hands wrapped around my neck I could hear my heartbeat echoing within my eardrums. It slowed itself to a dull hum as the black crept into the corners of my vision. Not once did either of us break eye-contact. Not even to blink.
The deep abyss of his pupils seemed to widen as if to pull me in.
I was already in.
My hands loosely held onto his thick wrists, not even bothering to struggle. What use was there? I knew from the start he would be the one. That this would be my fate.
His hands grew tighter and tighter like an anaconda wrapping itself around my body. I went numb under the pressure. The black was everywhere by then; masking all from my vision. All but those eyes. Just as uneasy to read as they had always been, they were hard as stone.
My heart was no longer a wild drum of fear and panic but a single strum of surrender. And as the last note played, his open lips covered mine as he inhaled my sigh of death, breathing in my soul.
Mercedes Moore 