Love-hate murder
"I love you." She thought as she clutched his bloody shirt with her trembling hands.
He looked so small beneath her. His blood slowly pooled around his shoulders from a wound dug deep in his chest. His shirt was torn and frayed around the edges - the knife had been too dull.
"I wish you didn't break my heart ... but yours will do for now."
He looked so small beneath her. His blood slowly pooled around his shoulders from a wound dug deep in his chest. His shirt was torn and frayed around the edges - the knife had been too dull.
"I wish you didn't break my heart ... but yours will do for now."
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