He Was Not Himself

"What?"

"Go to Luc's tower. It's not far away. He will do something to keep me away," he said. 

"What do you mean? I'm not leaving you," I said. 

"I... I'm losing my mind," he said as if he was resisting himself. He was not touching me as well. "I can't... I don't think I can hold back any longer."

Something about him was scary. It was not just his voice, when he came in, his face was kind of scary as well. 

"I-I won't leave you," I muttered. "You're my husband. How can I?"

He sighed loudly and closed the door loudly. The room was again dark. I did not like it since I could see nothing, not even his face. And the Ash in front of me was someone unfamiliar. 

I did not know how I felt. I could hear his sharp breath and our pounding hearts. I did not let go of him. For some reason, I was afraid. But it seemed like he was much more afraid than me. Perhaps that was why I dared to be daring.