“I hate having to spend time with her, god, I can’t stand her,”
“I’m only using her for emotional support and what she can offer me,”
“I think I’m going to break up with her soon,”
You stood there, mind blank, heart heavy. “Is this truly what he thinks of me?” You thought, your mind racing. He was talking to his friend over the phone. You just wanted to spend time with him as the two of you have been a little distant as of late. You clenched your fist slightly, your more than averagely long nails digging into your flesh. You felt numb and dumb. Of course, there was something wrong. Who says I love you to the person you just started dating, seconds into the relationship?
It was a great shame; you actually liked this one. Too bad it’ll have to end. You pulled out the knife you always carried around. It had beautiful rose carvings on the handle, the same as your favourite gun. As they say, knives are more for crimes of passion. You’d be the first suspect as you’re his partner so you opted for just one vital stab wound.
It would be nice seeing him bleed out slowly so it was a win-win situation for you.
Your footsteps gently clashed against the hardwood flooring as you made your way to his bedroom. The knife was tucked away in your sleeve as you walked towards him.
“Hi baby,” you lightly smiled flashing your pearly whites. You walked closer to him, your arms open, ready for a hug. As arms wrapped around you, you slipped out the knife swiftly. You plunged the knife into his chest, penetrating his heart. He wanted to break yours, so you shattered his, literally.
꧁༺- // - 𝓔𝓵𝓵𝓮 <3 𝓐𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓱 -//-༻꧂
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