How I Killed A Lover

And thus the hour has arrived. The time preordained has finally come and all that is left is to do is plunge the sword into her heart...

The sun threw her rays a moment too early that day. The sky was clear and the sweet music of the wind was playing. Everything was perfect... What a beautiful day to die.

She was a victim of my angst, my search for vengeance, and my darkest fears... the fears that kept me awake at night. It had to end. I had to escape not just for my sake but for the sake of those whom I truly love.

I planned to confront her that day, so she could see me for who I truly am. I thought that striking her while she was looking, was the honorable way to do it. But I could not do it. I had to do it with an assassin's mask for I cannot accept what I have become.

I wanted to make love to her one last time. And so I did it as if she were the only one. And when the moment was over, she somehow knew what was to come. It was as if Fate spoke to her and exposed my evil plan... And so just when I was about to draw, she held my steady hand... gave me a last kiss... and drew it herself. She told me she loved me... that she could not live on like this. And so sobbing and weak, she struck her own heart only halfway... and so I had to finish it. Holding her hand, still fixed to the sword, I plunged it deeper until it went through her and drew it out.

And there she was, dying in the warmth of that beautiful day. No words came out. Nothing was left to be said. She just looked into my eyes... until she breathed her last. Her misery is finally over...