TenderHeartedSnail
I used to write fanfics and now have creative writing energy and no where to put it lolol.
TenderHeartedSnail
I used to write fanfics and now have creative writing energy and no where to put it lolol.
I used to write fanfics and now have creative writing energy and no where to put it lolol.
I used to write fanfics and now have creative writing energy and no where to put it lolol.
You never asked, but If you had I would remind It simply stings the cut Over which you so pined
There could have been a time When we were made to be However it would be a crime As you never managed to ask me
Would I even have answered You're burning desires To be put to bed and conquered Or are we both liars
I won't be gone forever So allow me to go on this endeavor
It didn't need to be this way. The morning had been normal. I woke up with the smell of eggs filling my nose. He made them just how I like them, over easy with greens, toast, and just a bit of hot sauce. If he had told me it was a secret apology before I wouldn't have touched it. Even now the knowledge of food he made sitting in my stomach disgusts me.
But it doesn't. It wasn't his fault that I saw him there. With her. He told me over and over he was done with her, that she wasn't prettier than me, that she wasn't thinner. He lied to me again and again and again.
It was her fault. Her fault with her perfect self. She wrapped him up and I couldn't see it or stop it. He was with her and didn't even feel me there.
I was walking to work. He had said he was seeing his friend. How could I believe such a lie. Maybe I didn't want to believe that he could do something like this to me. It could have been a normal day but I made a mistake. I wanted a coffee and there he was. With her.
It seemed like hours before it was over. I walked up to both of them. Before they could react I I pulled it across her neck. Her perfect neck. It was such a mess. She spilled out all over my hands and the lovely gift he gave me. The knife. He told me it was to keep me safe.
Now I had to keep him safe.
Her body weight fell heavy against mine. I supposed she was already dead at that point, maybe not physically, but she was at least beyond saving. She wasn't thinner than me.
My hand moved quickly with ease to her face. I carved out her perfect lips and nose, the ones I wish I had instead of mine. She wasn't prettier than me.
I dropped her to the floor and looked at what had happened. He was still right there next to me, pale and confused. He was done with her.
I pointed my knife in his direction. It could have been a perfect day. I knew what came next. I knew what I had to do.
If he wasn't going to love me, he wasn't going to love anyone.
It's beautiful. There is nothing like it. It's like waking up next to someone you've missed for years only to realize they've been there all along. The feeling after sadness when you realize everything is actually going to be okay. Seeing someone else achieve something they've been wanting for years. Looking into the eyes of someone who matters so much to you. Being surprised by a loved one and trying to hold back tears but there's so much feeling you can't help it. Having your first fresh hot meal in weeks. A pet brushing up against you only for you to realize how much you are loved and cared for by people who don't even know you. It's everywhere and in everything if you look for it.
Time feels so slow yet so fast. It feels as though I've been staring at the ground for hours, though it's been little longer than 30 seconds. The figure on the other side of the ever tightening room has been staring intently at me. My time is running out.
I must say something, anything at this point will do. It takes everything I've got, but finally I am able to lift my eyes from their comfortable place on the floor to meet my soon to be killers gaze. His eyes looks as though they must be made of glass. There was no life or feeling or regret. He didn't seem fazed.
"Wait," I managed to choke out, my throat dry and pained. I have such little time, "Please, just wait."
He smiled showing me his teeth. They were yellow and dirty. There's no telling when he last brushed them. I could smell his dirty breath.
"Five," he groaned out with a gravelly tone. I must have looked confused, "Five minutes to convince me to untie you and let you go."
I froze. I couldn't remember how to speak. There was no way out.