She grabs his wrist to keep the knife from crashing into the space just beneath her collar bone when an image of her fingers lovingly gliding through his enters her mind. “Damn past lives” she mutters. His eyebrows raise in surprise, confirming that he saw the momentary vision as well. She takes his momentary falter as an opportunity to tighten her grip on his wrist, causing him to drop the knife. His eyes focus and narrow as he reaches for the knife. However, she quickly grabs it and uses all her body weight to flip the pair over so that he is under her. She is just about to plunge the knife deep in his stomach when he cries out,

“Wait!” She stupidly stops. “Don’t you see? Don’t you love me?” His eyebrows furrow into a strange expression.

“No,” she snarls, digging the blade into his gut as his scarlet blood splatters across his face.