Evanescent by Mercedes M. Yardley
“Don’t let me die,” she asked. Her voice was already fading, her skin going transparent. The irises of her eyes were ringed in frost.
“Darling,” he said sadly. His fingers curled in her hair, around her throat. “I will miss you. I’ve never loved anybody like I love you.”
Mercedes M. Yardley writes about horror and beauty. You can read more about her at www.abrokenlaptop.wordpress.com.