Today is the big day. After the accident, when you accidentally blinded your matesprit, he is finally able to get back to doing what he loves. Sculpting. You loved anything he made. You tried your best to make him feel better, by teaching him how to express himself through music, but even with that you could see deep down it wasn't the same.
You two expressed yourself differently and that was okay. But today he was going to make his biggest sculpture yet. Boy it was as tall as you! Even though he was blind, whatever he made you would love anyway. For hours he stood there, chipping away at the stone. You weren't exactly sure what he was creating since it was still in the beginning process.
It was 2 days in the making and you were rather sleepy lately. You hadn't been taking your medication to keep you awake, thinking you wouldn't really need it. You were fine! Or so you though.
Due to your drowsiness, you couldn't make out what he was creating but it didn't matter. It would be amazing no matter what. You spoke to him for a while, asking if he was alright...Your eyelids felt heavy.
Chip. Chip. Chip. The sounds of his chisel against the hard surface kept you awake..but only for so long. You leaned against his art without thinking. You felt yourself moving back..the stone moving with you.
All you heard next was a squeal and the sound of hard stone smashing onto the ground. You were wide awake now, quickly turning around to face the horror of what you had just done.
The piece had fallen right on top of your beloved. No this couldn't happen. his body couldn't withstand that sort of thing. Dropping to you knees, you quickly pushed the heavy sculpture off of his frail body and picked him up. you pressed your large ear against his chest to listen for his heartbeat.
You couldn't hear anything.He wasn't moving. Panic began to spread through your mind. No this couldn't happen. The pills. Sleeping. Y-you were fine! YOU HAD TO BE FINE. NO THIS ISN'T FAIR.
VENATI WAKE UP. PLEASE THIS ISN'T A JOKE. I'M SORRY!
I'M SO SORRY PLEASE WAKE UP. PLEASE..Y-YOU HAVE TO FINISH YOUR ART...Please..
You held him close to you, rocking back in forth. You threw your head back and released the most horrid sound. Pain...loss..regret.
You looked at the sculpture beside you as you rocked him back and forth..it was you..He was making you..You picked him up and sat on the beach, holding him in your arms. You stayed until the sun began to rise. Before you were hurt you laid him in a bed of rocks near the shore....
Tearing your turtleneck off, you used sea water to whipe away the blood from his face. Kissing him on the forehead, then lips, you stood up and walked away, clutching his chisel in your hands.
You never went back to the beach,
