Trust is a fragile thing.

It can be there and then gone in a sec. That was the case here.

It had taken years for her to trust him. In the end, he had stabbed her in the back like everyone else.

He stood right behind her, his hand still on the blade. He hated what he was doing to her, but he had no choice. This was what he was meant to do.

"Wh-why?" she chokes out, blood dripping from her lips.

"It was meant to happen, like everything else in life," he replied softly.

"That's rich-coming from an atheist." She coughed up more blood.

"I'm sorry."

"No, you're not. You asked me, when we first met, what it would take for me to trust you. Truth is, I never fully trusted you. I always knew one day you would do this."

His heart broke. That hurt him more than stabbing her did. He knew he deserved it, but it hurt nonetheless.

"I hope this haunts you forever, and I hope you burn in hell."

With that, she coughed violently before falling to the floor, blood everywhere. He was still standing where he was, regret filling every inch of his being. 

A/N: fuck him. all I have to say lol