Lovely Short Stories

In Love Back When...

TW: Murder

I still loved him. I know I did. I shouldn't, but I do. He may never love me again, I know he won't. I broke his heart after all, but that won't stop me. I want him back, but I never will grasp ahold of him again.

One of these days, maybe he'll forgive me for my sins that I've committed. The sins that still haunt me, the ones that ring in my ears now that I stand over where he rests. Where he rests in peace. Or, at least, I hope he does. I laid down the flowers he loved in exchange for the decaying bouquet that was laid weeks earlier. He didn't deserve to die, mostly. It wasn't his fault anyways. It was all mine. I take the blame.

I had the knife in my hands, and the screams of the voices in my head to slaughter him. The knife had just...somehow planted into his chest. It was almost as though it happened in a blink of an eye. The cops don't know, and I want to keep it that way for as long as possible. Now, all I must do is hope that the same sharp, metal blades lands me in the same place you ascended to. Though I doubt I will be going there.

...I love you

And I will never stop doing so...