I sat on the sofa, watching my lover lose their sleep over something that's right in front of him. Of course, I won't ever tell him about it.. it's fun seeing him trying to figure it out. I looked at him, he was groaning in frustration.
"Why can't I DO THIS RIGHT?" He yelled
I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder.
"You still looking for the villain?..."
For your information, my lover is the hero of the city, and he haven't slept in 4 days trying to figure out who his masked rival is.
I looked at him with sympathy in my eyes, he nods to answer my question. I sigh, and sit back down.. I try to convince him to sleep for a bit. He hasn't gotten a good nights rest in ages.
"No, I need to find her..." He says
I must say, I admire his determination. Trying to figure out who his rival is. And he trusts me, telling me all his plans to take down the villain... not knowing that when he tells me what he's planning to do, the villain comes up with a plan to stop him.
I pick up my coffee and take a sip, I sigh... I really love him, but I need to kill him, before he finds out who I really am. I stand up, going to our bedroom, not speaking a word to my husband. I sit down at the desk. If I'm going to kill him, I need to do it soon.The next morning, I'm happy to see my husband laying next to me, asleep. That gives me time to get ready. I have a plan... I hate to do it.. but he's getting too close to figure out who I am. So before I kill him, I'll take off my mask and show him.. make him speak his last words and then I kill him. I quickly but quietly get out of bed, I put on my suit.. that I've had hidden under the bed for YEARS. I'm surprised he hasn't found it yet. I put my mask on.. I get on top of my hero.. kissing his neck.
"Good morning, sleepyhead..." I whisper
He slowly opens his eyes, but his eyes quickly widen when he sees his rival on top of him. He pushes me off, I smile, staring at him as he loads up his powers. But I just stand up, take my mask off and look at him...
"I'm surprised you didn't figure it out yet."
His eyes widen even more.. he whispers my name.. The look on his face is priceless.
"Mhm, it's me... and I really do love you, but I now challenge you to... a battle.. to the death."
I stick out my hand.
"Till death do us part."
He looks at my hand, and without saying a word, he grabs it and shakes it.I lay on the ground... him leaning over me. I was bleeding out, he pinned me to the bed.
"...I can't believe it was you all along. But, even though I still love you, I can't have you be alive."
And that's when he stabbed me in the neck... my eyes closed.. and I lost consciousness.. but it wasn't just consciousness.. I lost my life, to my lover, my hero..Credits: Brad Martin on Instagram

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