My Shiny Knife Slowly Slid Gracefully Along Her Bare Stomach. Her Skin Making No Attempt To Resist The Blade. She Stared Up At Me In Despair And With Her Final Breath; She Mouthed A Long A-Waited Apology.

She Fell To The Already Blood-Soaked Floor, Landing Heavily On Her Boyfriend. I Had My Revenge And It Was Sweet. Even Now I Remember The Pain In Her Boring Grey Eyes As I Walked In On Them. From That Moment I Didn’t Love Her. I Quietly Knelt Beside Them And Cleaned My Bloody Kitchen Knife On Her Scarlet Shirt, Ready To Kill Again. As I Plunged The Knife Into My Own Stomach, A Series Of Vivid Pictures Flashed Before My Dying Eyes. The First: When I First Met Her, This Made Me Smile As I Remembered Her Beautifully Carved Face Looked Surprised As She Said Hi. The Second: When I Walked In On Them. The Moment I Knew I Could Love Her No More. She Didn’t Even Care. The Third: Her Face As I Killed Her. Then I Could See Nothing. I Could See Black, I Could See White. I Could See Nothing. Nothing, As I Collapsed.