He kissed Ты slowly, and the feeling of Любовь drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And Ты went further on.
Ты walk home, feeling amazing, beautiful, wonderful and every other feeling of happiness and love. The sky seems full of joy and the blue is blinding. The clouds have mixed shapes and sizes, each much еще different than the other.
Ты enter your room and sit at the warmest corner in your room and smile at the thoughts of that special someone. Then your eyes blacken out.
Death. Hate. Depression. Bitterness. Sorrow. Murder.
Ты shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. Ты grab the нож under your постель, кровати from when Ты were eating арбуз and stick it in your back pocket.
A strong urge fills you. Ты can’t control it. Ты walk out your door and towards the person Ты love.
He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. Ты lift the нож into the air and try to hold back. Ты fingers cringe, trying to press the нож against his neck.
Ты feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. Ты let out a quiet sigh and smile. Ты are glad that Ты didn’t kill. Ты slowly lose grip of the нож and it slips out of your fingers, landing on his shoulder and gracefully gliding down his arm. A long scar scrapes his arm and the нож is stuck at the very end.
He falls down to the floor and looks around wildly to find the person in charge. His eyes fill with tears and disappoint when he sees that Ты are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.
Ты begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.
“I’m sorry.” Ты whisper and cry a lot more.
He gives a glare.
“How could you?” He slowly stutters.
“I didn’t mean to. I don’t know.” Ты whisper.
His eyes begin to blink quickly, Показ he would be gone any second.
Ты run to his side and Kiss his lifeless lips.
“I’m sorry. I Любовь you.” Ты say slyly and step away from the body.