I'm No Good

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

He took his chin with gentleness so that she it was looking at the eyes and only he affirmed with the head. Cleaned his tears with his lips and kissed her with sweetness while it was embracing her with gentleness between his arms.

[amandine]

She broke down, and kept repeating softly, "It's all my fault... It's all my fault..." Her cries got louder as she repeated the sentence.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"No, not..not, my dear, not...calm please. Not was your fautl...You must rest, please". His voice was sweet and calmly, very calmly as a whisper and again hugged her more strong for give her the forces that she need..

[amandine]

She shook her head, and whimpered helpessly. "I killed it..." She sucked in a breath, and hid her face in his neck.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

Beckett sighed and closed the eyes while it was embracing her and was covering it more with the blanket so that it was not taking cold. He was feeling his face that was hiding in his neck. " Not, you have not killed it, Amandine. You are not guilty of anything. Now, try to sleep, my love ". Beckett kissed his front and lied with her in bed.

[amandine]

Amandine fell silent, and soon fell asleep. The hours had passed when she woke up. She saw Cutler asleep. Her shaking legs got out of bed, and she pulled on her robe.

Amandine pushed on the balconly door weakly. A tear sliding down her cheek. How had this happened?

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

He opened the eyes and got up of the bed when he saw that his body was not next to him. His eyes went towards the balcony when he was felt a frozen wind to enter the camera. It put ihimself on his robe, that day wanted to go to the company, have to go out of there, needed to be alone. Even not it was six o'clock of the morning, at this hour his servants were always coming to wake up it to prepare the breakfast and the bath for him. It always happened, at the same hour, when it was single.
He closed to her behind and his arms surrounded his slender waist and his nostrils inspired the delightful smell of his hairs...

[amandine]

She put her hands over his, "I had a name picked out." Her voice was soft and delicate. Amandine shook her head, and looked down.

[Lord Cutler Beckett]

"Tell me the name that you had picket out, my dear". Rustle feeling as the pain was growing in his interior, a pain that it was trying to conceal.

[amandine]

"Christine; for a girl." She paused feeling the tears on her eyes, "Christian... For a boy." A shaky breath left her, and her hands tightened over his.