the girlfriend must die. she whispers in her mind as the dark clouds hover overhead. she thinks of the ways to pull off such a deviant scheme.
she lies on her back thinking "only time can heal the wounds" but she knows different. what she needs is real, what she needs is touch what she needs..is something to hold.
she thinks of days gone by, memories gone by. the moments where her life seemed complete but it was merely a tease. who could love her more? who wanted her more? who did she NEED more?
the sky was now midnight black and she could hear doors swaying in the background like in the movies where the killer is about to pop out from behind the victim.
now i am the victim and i eagerly await the killer. for the touch of death is all she craves.
the blood it gushes like her heart when she first saw him. the breathing stops and the moment fades away.
she'll never feel that kind of love again.
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