A long winding sound rang in his ears. The bells, the church bells sang through the air, echoing across the valley. He opened and closed his eyes slowly, taking in the sights before him. The bed where she laid beside him for over five years. He never changed the sheets after she left, because he thought the linen held her sweet scent even after a whole year. A pair of pink, worn-out slippers she used to wear on sunny mornings of July, just like this one. A piece of red lingerie he got her, now lying on the grey carpet like mangled guts of a roadkill. An engagement ring she dropped on the floor before leaving. He hadn’t moved it for a whole year. A lily flower in the vase. The lily she grew in their garden. He plucked it just this morning. It fitted the occasion. White lilies were festive, good for both weddings and funerals. As he filled the vase with water, he remembered - she wore red when they first met. Not white, like she probably wore now.
He opened and closed his eyes slowly. He saw a sharp, bloody knife lying on the floor next to him. His wrists turned cold as the blood flowed from the deep cuts he had made. Now he laid powerless on the floor, life oozing out of him, soaking the carpet. Before he fell down, he made things right. His lily would not be dressed in white. He cut into his own flesh and let the blood fill the vase, the precious drops colouring the water in deep red. He laid down on the floor, listening to the church bells ringing on her wedding day with another man. The lily absorbed his blood, its meaty, white petals blushing in red. He made things right. Lily Red was his. He inhaled her sweet scent before closing his eyes forever.
Ohhhh wow! Very Chilling! Almost need to put a coat on to read this!! I thought I heard the old vinal record of Hank Williams Senior eerily playing in the background!
https://youtu.be/RXzI5-Oq-rw?si=uAj-q1FZviDWrU1y
Her Garden is one that only a necromancer could love
Bloody lilies, witchy peonies, fleurs trempées de rosée sombre
shiver the senses, still the heart, 'tis just dark art.