Oh God. What have I done? This is not what she would have wanted. She would never forgive me for this. I hold my breath as I plummet to the rocks below. No good to waste energy breathing if I’ll be dead in a few seconds. Probably less. As my limp self freefalls down the cliff I used to scale when I could, three thoughts form in my head:
My name is Merikh Kabou.
Vengeance is addictively delightful, but only for a split second. Then it hits you like someone knocked the wind out of your lungs: first the pleasure, then the remorse, then the self-hatred.
I hope to see Renata Phoenicia one last time just to see that light that slashed her ocean blue irises.
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Short StoryJust a short story I had to write for my literature class. Dark Romanticism, Vengeance, Psychological piece. Rated T for blood. Renata Phoenicia had everything: a loving boyfriend, a passion and talent for rock climbing, her own personal library of...
