Literature
Unrequited
“Please, don’t leave me,” he begged between his sobs. He held her frail body so close, and yet her smooth skin emanated nothing but coldness. Her strings moved her hands to caress his face, wiping his tears from his eyes. He accepted the gesture as an act of love, no matter how impossible it may have been, and immediately he pressed his lips to the hinge on her face.
Her marble eyes clicked shut, for she could not return his kiss. He began to tremble against her wooden body.
“Sweetheart,” she murmured softly. “I was never here to begin with.”
