He kissed あなた slowly, and the feeling of 愛 drowned your senses. A hug. A kiss. And あなた went further on.

あなた 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 もっと見る different than the other.

あなた 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.

あなた shake your head at the thoughts and push try to push them out. A feeling of emptiness fills your inner soul. あなた grab the ナイフ under your ベッド from when あなた were eating スイカ and stick it in your back pocket.

A strong urge fills you. あなた can’t control it. あなた walk out your door and towards the person あなた love.

He is texting his friend about how much he loves you. あなた lift the ナイフ into the air and try to hold back. あなた fingers cringe, trying to press the ナイフ against his neck.

あなた feel the guilt slipping through your ears and cool off your neck. あなた let out a quiet sigh and smile. あなた are glad that あなた didn’t kill. あなた slowly lose grip of the ナイフ 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 ナイフ 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 あなた are the cause of this. A twisted frown of hatred fills his expression.

あなた begin to cry and find a way to apologize for the harm just caused.

“I’m sorry.” あなた 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.” あなた whisper.

His eyes begin to blink quickly, 表示中 he would be gone any second.

あなた run to his side and キッス his lifeless lips.

“I’m sorry. I 愛 you.” あなた say slyly and step away from the body.