He was wearing blue jeans and grey sweat shirt
It was a rather hot day, which means it was no longer unusual for him to strip into his boxers and fell asleep. His sweat trickling his janglers as it reach his collarbone. Every breath he took was beautiful, it was a masterpiece. I have memorized his rhythmic heart beat, it was like music to my ears.
I have let myself in and sink into the bed beside him. My hands tickles his chest which now slowly reaching down to his waist. I smiled genuinely as the blade I was holding the whole time sliced through his chest.
He cries in pain while I laughed.
I cut those cords holding his heart which was mine. It was wet and warm with the tint of corroded iron smell.
I love it.
Finally, your heart belongs to me.
