The Vow

A dark tale of love and the undying.

Verdant vines drizzle their frozen slush onto my flesh. I crouch under the lush lattice weighed down with chilled powdered sugar. No breath escapes my mouth, my lungs are vacant. Your window wasn’t far away, but I didn’t want to spook you. I gaze into the frosty glass.

The slush transforms to ice with the tangled squiggly creepers sticking to my face. The viridescent plant sticks on my frostbitten cheek. No matter how hard I try, I can’t face you in this state. I pull off the vine only to leave a thin streak of vermilion oozing from my cheek.

I wait for you for eternity. 
Please join me soon. 
In sickness, in health and in death we promised. 
I broke the first two, I will not break the last.