I sat at the top of the hill with my back against the massive oak tree. Its long, lush branches arched down to shade me from the blistering sun. As I waited for him, I fiddled with the small knife in my hands. It was an intricately carved silver pocket knife.
Finally, I saw Ryan’s head appear as he climbed the hill.
“What’s up?” he said, out of breath when he reached the top.
“I wanted to show this to you,” I replied, gesturing toward the fast green feild around us.
“It’s beautiful.” He sat down beside me.
Beads of sweat ran down his perfectly smooth skin, getting caught in the thick curls of his long, golden hair. My heart began to beat fast and I became dizzy. It was all just so…enticing. That’s when I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer. I tried forcing my hands down against the ground, but it didn’t work. I loved him so much, I couldn’t help myself.
I thrust the knife into his chest. Blood spewed everywhere. Ryan’s beauty was gone, forever stained in blood. What had I done?