Hello!
This is the first episode, or chapter if you will, of a story line I am writing. It is not related to GW/GW2, so I hope that won’t be a problem. It’s my first time publishing my written work and I apologize for any grammatical mistakes that I’ve made. It’s not entirely finished (the story obviously isn’t but I’m sure I’ll make changes to this as well). I hope you enjoy reading it and if you do, feel free to leave a message or a comment!
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The heavy wooden door locked shut behind them, muffling the violent rain hitting the stone blocks on the street. The room was dark and the only sounds heard were heavy footsteps and waterdrops, dripping off the black coat that protected them both from the stings of raindrops. The coat made a weak sound when it hit the floor, while he was sitting her down on an old, beaten up mattress. He lid a candle and placed it in front of her, on a barely standing wooden table. The weak light emitting from the tiny flame was shining on the right side of her beautiful face, revealing a pale cheek and the tiny corner of her mouth. After pulling off his hood, he sat beside her.
She nearly instantly wrapped her fragile arms around him, followed by placing her head on his shoulder. He grabbed her left hand with his right and gently caressed it with his fingers. The weakened sound of rain was overlapping with her ever louder sobbing. He placed his other arm around her and gently but firmly pulled her closer to him. He could feel her arm grabbing his apparel, followed by the benign tremble of her chin. The cold that was pressing hard upon them both made her cheeks lose the sense of feel, making every bitter teardrop seem like a sweet source of warmth. He grabbed her by the shoulders and tenderly returned her into a sitting position. He wiped the tears off her cold cheeks and raised her head, gazing into her eyes, which were already red from crying. As he was looking into her hazel brown eyes, which kept watering up, she stopped sobbing and stared right back at his.
Holding her hands, he could still feel the apparent shaking, despite their eyes being locked together. Every drop of sorrow that pulsed through her heart was matched by a drop of rage and determination, violently pulsing through his. She opened her mouth, yet nothing came out, not even the slightest sound. She buried her face into his shoulder again and he just held her there, in the dark, and placed his head onto hers. They sat there like that for what seemed an eternity, until he removed the hair from her face and aligned his forehead with hers, followed by them leaning their heads on each other. Squeezing her hand tighter, he slowly mustered out a sentence. ‘’They will pay. All those who have wronged you – they will pay.’’ Her eyes rapidly released a couple of tears, while her cheeks shaked with utmost grace. She opened her mouth in response, however nothing came out this time either.
She closed her eyes and swallowed deeply, followed by parting her lips yet again. ‘’I can’t lose you too’’ she said, bursting into tears just after saying it. A couple moments passed until their eyes met again. His gaze, however, made any words unnecessary. She could tell her agony lit something in him, something hotter than fire, sharper than a blade, more forceful than the ocean. He reached around his waist and pulled out a knife. ‘’Take this,’’ he said with a broken voice, ‘’if any one of them comes through that door before I do, take your life. It will be a kindness compared to what they would do to you.’’ She grabbed it with a quivering hand, placed it on her chest and barely noticeably nodded.
He passionately placed his lips upon hers, then swiftly stood up, picked up his coat and started walking towards the door. His hood was already back on his head, which he turned around to see her, possibly for the last time. Her watery eyes were begging for him to stay but she knew nothing would stop him. He was doing it for her. For them. The door shut loudly after him and the last thing she heard before falling asleep was the sound of a key turning, mixed with rain and thunder.