- 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ✔-

: Chapter 5 : Perspective ~ Her :

I feel myself racing up, my dagger in my hand, my perspiration dripping down my forehead. I'm ready. It's time. I feel myself running furiously. My feet, kissing the floor. Perhaps a long time ago, I used to run to win races. Now, I'm using it to make things right. To run away from the fears of my life and finish it all. By destroying him. It was a race. Cheetah vs Deer. Who would win? I didn't know. All I knew was that by ending him I would finally be happy. Right? I thrust myself forward and felt myself stabbing the dagger straight in. You could see the rosy red stain, a trail of blood leaking out like the dark things inside Pandora's Box. I watched him stumble back and forth as he slowly dropped onto the floor. The dust fled everywhere as he fell to the floor.

I watched the world become a canvas. A perfect pencil masterpiece designed by me. I wait for the darkness to conceal us and keep us hidden inside the dome. It was a beautiful serenade of the trees blowing, the red stains all over the concrete floor, the dark clouds and the sound of trickling rain. I only realised the rain is so cold because my skin carries the heat of his blood. The rain carries a pattern upon my skin with the dark red turning paler and paler. I stare at him. His skin is pale against the red which echoes the utterly still person. His lips are blue and his eyes dull with exploded pupils. He was grey. Like a newspaper. Another headline, I guess.

I walked away, not caring nor realising what I had done. It was the last I would see of him. I think. That's why today, I realised that when people said that death cannot be beautiful, it was a lie. Because in my eyes, this is a romantic corpse. I tribute to him never saying I love you, leaving me and not caring. This was his punishment. I had finished. And I was alive. Which is why I realise that it turns out forever isn't very long at all.

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5 years later

Which was fine with me. It was okay. Until now. 5 years since then and everything's been great. Life was happy, I was doing fine. That traumatic experience had left me. It had been thrown back. Headlines changed. Something about a new president. Apparently he's shit.

That single memory was just sitting there in the back of my mind. Far back, down below. It still hasn't disappeared though. I had just finished, and I was walking to the coffee shop. Iced long black! There you go! enjoy! That drink was a permanent memory in my brain. One of your favourite drinks. So I drank it in memory of you and your loss. It reminded me of that messed up night. When you whispered in my ear, " come on me" as you moved closer to me. Your hand touched my thigh. I felt it slither up my robe, then cupping my breast and touching me on the other side.

Shall we, my lady?

Your touch tingled my entire body, nerve to nerve. The anticipation of your hot skin as I felt myself diving deeper into your body. The neck kissing as you started to ground a fire that hadn't been ignited in a long time. The lips were like a gateway to heaven, something that gave me the urge to reach over, and kiss your face. It was juicy, the lingering in my lips wanting more and more. Your hand reaching up my back, the warmness driving myself with satisfaction. God, I was still disgusted by that thought. But that was back then.

After that horrendous thought, I went to sit down once more, the ambience of friendly chatter filled my mind. The coffee shop of white cups and black coffee, of small jugs filled with cream. That soothing aroma was part of the rhythm. Here I can have my own seat, and have the confidence that I can enjoy my own contemplations at leisure. Or that's what I thought. While I was sitting there, I was about to sip on my iced coffee, when I saw him. Again.