"Any last words?" He asked her, knife pinned down her already bloodied stomach. His other hand wrapped around her waist as she lifted her head up, her bloodshot eyes gazing into his however remorseful ones.
She placed her hand over his. His eyes taking in her blood-smeared, wounded face as her lips struggled to part.
"I love you."
He smiled down at her. His fingers caressed her cheek that she leaned in to, closing her eyes in a rare finding of pleasure.
"Not this life, love. Just not this one."
She nodded, her head falling to his chest.
"Don't get me wrong, for my heart speaks the truth. But the boy you fell for just knows all too well to kill himself. And trust me, I can do it again."
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Inked Stars
Historical FictionFrom the time that stood witness to the creation of the universe, life has taken a gazillion forms. However, rolling down the heap of space and time, one thing remained evergreen--love. Although taking multiple forms as well, love has often if not a...
