The fury in her eyes was only the beginning of my demise. Her skin was hot, her heart was not. There was no mercy for my "lies". This is the story of how I died.
Everything she touched became hotter than fire as her voice began to rise higher and higher. Poor thing, she didn't know, but with each word she spout felt like a newly sharpened sword without a doubt. Taking it all in was the payment I was given (for my sin).
She became fierce and violent, there wasn't a thing I could do to try and quell it. She was my best friend, but I lost that title (again). I could see her eyes glow with a fair blue as she took out a knife and a step closer too. I tried to get away but before I knew it she had me slain. I'd fallen under again.
My heart painted the floor, just like her's had once before. Even though she wasn't with me, she always treated me like I was conspiring against her. It hurt.