A/N: Got a bit of a writer's block, I'm trying to get rid of it... This short one-shot is based on something I wrote years ago. Ah well, let me know what you think!

Farewell

Soft sunbeams of the upcoming spring sun crept through the openings between the curtains, into the dark living room. The pendulum of the massive, wooden grandfather clock slowly ticked back and forth. The repeating sound was a sign of the always flowing time, although it now seemed to be frozen in every other aspect.

One sunbeam partly placed itself over an amber coloured armchair in the corner of the room. A slender, white hand was laying on the elbow-rest. Further hidden in the shadows, a young man was looking ahead of him with eyes lacking any emotion. His dark hair was falling in thin strings limply over his face, across the round glasses of his spectacles. Deathlike.

The door creaked softly when a small, porcelain foot stepped into the room, followed by another, just as small, foot. As quiet as a mouse, the slim figure entered the room, her silk nightgown fluttering after her lightly. As light as a feather, she was. Her fragileness always gave itself away in the blink of an eye to him. Ink black, curling locks of hair fell over her shoulders when she sluggishly tilted her head to the side. The lilac coloured strap of her gown dropped back to her upper arm, but she was too tired to pull it back up. She stopped her tread when she was inches away from him. Right before his chair she stood, sleepy and still so firm.

It only took a few minutes. The slender hand pulled itself up from the elbow-rest en reached out to her thigh. She did not shiver by the touch of his long fingers. A pianist's fingers. Softly stroking her smooth, light skin, he touched her body underneath the short nightgown. The shapes of her waist, her hips… They were all so familiar to him. Suddenly he pulled her closer, with both hands on her thighs, to his knees. He bent forward and laid his face against the fabric on her stomach.

She laid her hand on his head and stroke his hair. Her feminine voice spoke to him, whispering.

"Do you still love me?"

His actions were quick and effortless. He pulled her on his lap, her legs on both sides of his body. His cold hands pulled the gown over her head and she shook her long, waving hair lightly across her naked back. Her arms were hanging lifeless along her sides. His gaze traveled from her lap up to her stomach, her chest and eventually her confronting face that was looking straight into his clear, blue eyes. She took his glasses from his nose and brought her head closer to him. Her sweet breath mixed with his. His fingertips were pushing against the skin on her hips.

"...No."

A single tear rolled down her cheek. Their lips touched for a few seconds. She was smiling, he could feel it. A final embrace.

"Now, we are free."