I wanted to write and asked for a theme: Jealousy

The sad lovesong was all over him. Suffercaiting him. He was gasping for air but he couldn't turn it off, he didn't had it in him. The words hit him like arrows, right in the middle of his heart. Every word was like a minor heartattack. The wooden floor was as cold as the few snowflakes that floated in through the open window. The white curtains fluttered in the wind. He roled over and placed himself under the window, to let the snowflakes melt on his naked body. He noticed some stains on the curtains and tried to focus on them instead of the pain he felt. The cold snow, wind and floor made him shake and he could only guess that his lips were blue. The lovesong started over and he could hear the pain in the singers voice. Almost as hurtfull as he felt himself. He looked over at the bed but all he could see was the relaxed arm hanging out from the bed. The hand of his lover. The hand who just hours ago had stroked his bare skin. The hand who had mad him come like he never had come before. The hand who wore his ring. The ring with only two words inscripted. Till death.
The curtains fluttered over his head. The stains looked bigger this time. He had to wash them. With the stains in focus he tried to stand up but the icecold wind had done a good job, his body was too stiff. He grabbed the curtains and pulled them down and used them as a blancet. With the small wormth from the curtains he succeeded to stand up. He folded the curtains and looked over the pale naked body on his bed. With a firm grip on the handle he pulled out the knife from the heart and wiped it against the already blood-stained sheets.He whispered to the body: You said I was the only one.He got dressed and walked out the room with the knife hidden in the curtains. In the doorway he turned around and faced his lover.

Till death darling. Till death.