he saw your skin,
cold and pale in death.
your blood was a dark red in contrast.

he stood there,
he knew fully well what he had done.
but he felt no remorse.

"no you deserve this for hurting me this way."
he told you, he strokes your hair gently,
covering it in blood.

"hadn't i proved to you how much i love you? didn't i do everything in my power to give you what you deserve? but ah- you're so stupid." he chuckles lightly making a cut in your cheek.

"you would have been alive and happy if only you had loved me." he chuckles quietly. his chuckles turn into laughter which soon turn into sobs.

why was he feeling this way?

his heart, his hands, everything was dirty. he was covered in blood. but it wasn't his own. he's crazy but how can he run from himself?

he pushes the knife covered in your blood into his heart, it hurt, but he deserved this. he crazy, he's a killer.

his body rests beside yours.

his first and last love.

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