Her Skin:10

"you are going to kill me"
"you are going to kill me"
"I still don't understand your pain, please don't let me die."
"I love you"
"but"
"you are going to kill me"

"Shall I take my love to the grave, shall I let it rot with my skin, and be devoured by the worms?"
"My dear..."
"you are going to kill me!"

His Sickness:09

As the first day had ended, the sickness got me, and I felt the unavoidable urge to sleep.
So I finished the sewing her up, and almost instantly feel asleep.
I dreamt about a golden cathedral, full of black. As if the huge void black similar to "outerspace" was the ceiling, the altar held a white void ball.
The ball had imprinted the words

"you are going to kill me"

and as read those words, my eyes slowly opened to an undesired sight.

Blood.