What is love?

He loved her more than anyone or anything he has ever come across, As she loved him.

He dug deep to find the strength to hold back.

Resist the urge that was burning inside.

But he was weak.

She wept in the corner on the bathroom floor.

Blood ran down her forearm as she gripped her face

Crying historically.

The throbbing pain in her gut made her cringe

It was hard to move.

She woke to the smell of fresh cut roses.

The smell gave her a comforting feeling

But the site of the vibrant red flower changed her mood instantly

Reminding her of the blood she scrubed from her frail body the night before.

His conscience jabbed at him causing him to be overly attentive.

He place a single rose next to the plate of breakfast he prepared.

She limped slowly down the stairs

Her body ached with every step.

As she walked into the kitchen

he reached for a hug

She immediately jumped and covered her head.

His heart skipped a beat and his vision began to blur.

He simply kissed her on the forehead pulled out her chair and said

Eat.

Her bruised face reminded him that of his mothers.

The feelings he felt as a child rushed back to him all at once.

As he wept silently in his pillow, he began to contemplate his sanity.

She has come to the conclusion that he does it because he cares.

Although it hurts

She wants to feel his attention.

Her father never laid a hand on her mother

But the mental abuse was intense.

Infidelity, neglect, and self hate killed her slowly.

So her husband loved her more than her father loved her mother

Right?

They both walked the line of disfunction

At a fast pace

Till one night

He concluded he couldn't take it anymore.

He couldn't continue to brutalize his queen.

No self control.

He was ready.

Ready to Leave this world.

But

He was taking her with him, confident they will meet again.

She was his everything, as he was hers.

He walked into their bedroom

Gun gripped tightly in his hand

Holding it lightly behind him.

Ready.

She turned and their eyes met as he entered the room.

She smiled.

He smiled back.

She greeted him with a hug

Grabbing him around the waist

Tightly holding him as she laid her head on his chest.

She felt his heart beating at a rapid pace.

It made her feel a little uneasy.

He raised the gun and pointed to the back of her head

Finger on the trigger

Ready.

At that very moment she looked up at him and said

"Let's pray."

He looked at her with confusion in his eyes.

She grabbed his hand and lead him to the edge Of their bed.

Still hand in hand

They both kneeled down.

A single tear escaped as he pushed the gun under the bed.

And together they prayed.

For the first time they felt

Content.

Accomplished.

Safe.

The warm feeling they felt made them feel truly loved.

Complete.

For the first time they were one.