she stabbed him to death.

sweet. deliberate. silent.

it wasn’t even sharp. the dull, blunted edge of reality, slowly sinking deep within his bones.

it’s over. i’m done. i don’t want this.

each word cut him deeper.

he could not believe this was happening.

his pain spilled out of his eyes.

were his words too soft? too sweet his touch? his love too much?

where did he fail? where did he slip? why now?

the cold slid up his spine. the ice from her gaze was more than he could bear. eyes that once lit the world, now stared through the core of him. blank. empty. indifferent. she didn’t even care. she wasn’t even there.

to stay, was to endure his death. but to leave, meant forsaking beauty, perfection, a love designed by god himself. indecision paralyzed him.

it was quiet now. the silence tore him in two. his soul caught in his throat. fighting valiantly to escape. he choked on it.

and died.