Believe - Sleep In Tears

Sleep, sleep although your heart may bleed, Bleed for the bitter dust the memory of your love. Sleep, sleep, for the pain is unbearable, Loss of self is the only end. When did it happen? he wondered. He had gradually ceded to the arrogant youth, had yielded the single flower of his sparse garden called heart. He had faded away from the life of Doctor Vincent Valentine and lost all that belonged to him. The status, wealth, the identity, their loss mattered not to him, only his lover... Looking into the neatly organized and still furnished room, the vampire tightly gripped the doorknob in order to still the trembling in his hand. The other hung clenched by his side. Ghosts of his memories flickered everywhere, the brilliant green gaze sparkling out of a delicately boned face framed by deep mahogany hair. They teased him, tormented him with what will never be again, and so he watched helplessly, caught in the maze of his remembrance. "I shall never forget," he spoke in a voiceless whisper, the words escaping through barely parted lips. Forget, a silent voice contradicted him. Forgetting is the only way to live. His soul was too scarred. Everything, all the pain, the agony of the past, blended together into bland grayness, and this hurt should fade away like the rest of them. But it won't. Fleetingly, he smiled back at a ghost that just happened to look in his direction. Despite being marred and scarred, the love that reshaped his soul could not ever fade, nor could his soul go back to the way it had been once before. She had done that to him and had carved herself indelibly upon his heart, his soul, his entire reason of existence. "Vincent!!!" A cry. A plea. Snapping out of his reverie, Vincent whirled around in time to hold away the young woman who had thrown herself at him. "What are you doing here?" he demanded in a harsh voice, glaring with all his willpower at the leaf green eyes swimming with tears. Flinching back from the vehemence of his tone, Aeris gave a hiccupping gasp, staring wildly up at his face. "I...I don't know what came over me last night!" she clutched at his sleeves, the tears spilling from her eyes and splashing down on her hands. "I don't love him! I love you!" Fighting down the insane moment of utter joy, Vincent made annoyance drown everything else in his heart. How could his spell have lost its hold upon her so quickly? Staring more deeply into the pure innocent gaze, he nearly despaired. There was nothing in there that he could latch the spell onto. Even the fear of being hated by him, the pain of his rejection were such unalloyed emotions that he could not hope to tamper with them. But he must. Because that was the only way she could ever be happy. To forget about him and lead a happily married life with another man who ardently loved her. For her, he would do anything, even to hurt her if it meant her happiness. "I have no taste for used goods," he enunciated clearly, disdainfully, not a hint of emotion in his near black eyes but contempt. At the implied meaning, she turned a deathly pale blue, the wide green eyes clouding momentarily. Pain twisted his inside at the hurt he had inflicted, at the knowledge of another man's hand upon her satin flesh, but he endured, not daring to miss the chance she offered him. Entrapping the lightless eyes, Vincent clawed at her soul, reshaping it so that the memory of loving him would fade and disappear, and he chanted over and over, grasping her by the shoulders so that she would not fall as the strength flowed from her limbs. Sleep, sleep although your heart may weep, Weep for the bitter ashes the flames of your love. Sleep, sleep, for the pain is unbearable, Loss of self is the only way.