"shut up! i'm not yours, you're crazy!" she screams, and at that moment, something in him changed.

he knew he should be hurt by this, but he felt nothing.

he pushes the bloody knife against her neck, his face held no expression, his hands were steady, his heartbeat was steady, he isn't thinking, his body worked on its own accord, he didn't see her fearful eyes, or hear her begging for her life.

he strokes her cheek with his thumb, and places a soft kiss on her forehead.

"there won't be another you,
  you are my last love."

                        good night, my first and last love.