The truth of a liar

The lie of the faithful

He speaks the truth

She denies it

He holds to what he cannot have

And she will not let him go

"I'm sorry"

 Red.

That was all he could remember.

So much red, sordid and staining everything, drenching. And white. She was so white, all color drained from that soft face. 

He had done this.

No cry, no tears, no scream. Nothing, save numb surprise. And she looked at him, as if he could save her, as if she trusted, so completely, that he would.

"Did you think you could just come and bring me back home like a bad child?"