I pant. I can't believe I did that. Honestly, he deserved it. But why did I have to? Truth be told, I don't think any of the others were as daring as I. I let out a breath. Blood was everywhere. He lay in a pool of red. I drop the blade painted red. I did it. I watch as the contracts on his desk burn. It's over for me. It's really over.

I look at the blood. Things were forming. Out of the blood came roses. Red like blood. Their leaves and vines wrapped around him. I watch as his wounds sprout roses and leaves. He's soon covered in roses. I guess that's fitting.  I watch as the roses grow throughout the room. 

I look at my reflection in the shattered mirror. I no longer see a desperate boy. Desperate to do anything that gets him salvation. Desperate to fall for Valentino. I am so much stronger now. I see myself. Pure. I see myself free from him. I'm free from his chains. I can no longer smell his smoke. I can no longer feel his hands around me. I no longer feel him chocking me in more ways than one.

I'm finally free. 

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓔𝓷𝓭