Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Ebony ❯ Ebony ( One-Shot )

Ebony. It was the only word that could come close to describing them.

His eyes were those of the deepest coal, a colour of which had no competitor. When she looked into his eyes, she knew. She knew that he had taken life. He had taken life and those eyes had watched, unblinking. With every life he took, his own diminished. Every time a voice cried out, begged for salvation, his sanity dwindled.

She often wondered if perhaps there had once been a shine of life in those deep eyes. Or perhaps they had always been as black as the sky on the darkest of nights.

There had been a time, when she had first met him, when she had asked him why he killed. In kind, he had responded with a similar question: “Why do you breathe?”.

If the answer had not frightened her, then the passive stare would have. Somehow, she knew. She knew that these were the very same eyes which looked upon sobbing figures, seconds before a sword was swung. And when blood misted the air, hanging like a foul odour, he did not blink. She had spent days attempting to ask the question. It was a question that she both feared, and anticipated. The answer was nothing of what she may have expected, though it confirmed a nagging fear which had always lived in the deepest recesses of her mind. Murder was a way of life.

And yet, in the dark, when she lay awake staring into the deep night, she knew that none of it mattered. One day, perhaps in the distant future, he would murder no more. The end of the war would not bring salvation, if he lived so long. Instead, his mind would snap--more so than it already had. His right mind would cease to be.

Perhaps, once his mind had been broken, loving him would no longer hurt.