She hears the tap on her window.
Then the sound of his voice.
She begins to smile until ...
She remembers.
Remembers the cold words spoken only a few days before ...
Remembers the violent rampage she had to endure ...
Remembers the hatred in his eyes as she begged him ...
Remembered he refused to look into hers ...
The wells up in the fragments of her heart.
She still hasn't spoken of it.
To no one.
Not even her sub conscience.
She tries to act as though the sweet man still lies within.
But she's seen the real side.
No turning back now.
"Please open up!" he finally says.
As is if she had never been awaken, she remembers he's there.
Back to the slow cusps of reality.
She refuses to let him in.
As she looks..., he looks away.
Still refusing to look her in the eyes.
See into her soul.
For her to see into his.
Now he gets weak.
Breaks down against all will.
His tears bring her near, but not enough to convince her.
Prove to her never again shall it happen.
Never shall he attempt to strike her as before.
Never ..!
She stares and waits.
Waits for the pleading to stop.
For the Charade to come to a halt.
While the taesr brush down her cheeks, she feels nothing.
Completely numb...
No explanation for the rain upon her face.
But the storm is getting worse as though a hurricane is brewing.
Called from somewhere in the house.., she jumps up quickly ecstatic to escape this scene.
And right as she feels a bit of relief . . ,
She relives the scene of just a few days:
Glass Breaks!
Lamps Thrown!
. . . His violent temper strikes again.
He grabs her by her arms with a grip so tight he could break them!
She screams so loudly the neighbors could hear.
Finally she finds his eyes and pierces them with all her emotions.
Everything she has within...
The Pain.
The Hurt.
The Sorrow.
The Anger.
The Hatred.
She even let all the Love shine.
And in that moment. . ,
He let go.
He felt a stab in his heart.
He feels her glare.
He felt her look into his soul.
He let her go slowly only never looking away.
It pains her to hold this stare but she refuses to break hold.
She sees him. . ,
The true him.
All his hurt.
All HIS nights of crying.
Of being alone.
He can't hide it now.
She's found it all.
She's found the boy who hides it all causing all the rampages to break out.
She grabs him still looking up.
Once again tears begin to flow from both sides of this looking glass.
He holds on to her as if too afraid to let go.
She feels his heart begin to beat uncontrollably.
Her blood beginning to boil.
But right as she feels the urge to continue . . ,
Storms in her mother.
Her father right behind, gun in hand.
All begin to panic.
Threats go around the room from all voices.
She wants to protect him but she knows the fight is useless.
Soon shots are fired in all directions.
One shot. . .
Two shots. . .
Three shots. . .
Four total. . .
Screams of an innocent mother ring out as the whole scene is revealed.
Both of them hit.
Lying in cold blood hand in hand.
Yet both of them still staring into each others eyes.
And as they slowly lose consciousness, better yet life. . ,
They whisper to each other at the exact same time:
"I Love You && I Won't Ever Leave You" for the last time in their lives . . . . . . . . . .
