Thoughts and Random Things

Begging

"No," she said. "No, please, don't do it. Please, no."

Her begging was not going to stop me. I had had enough of it. She always would beg me: beg me to forgive her, beg me to give her another chance, beg for whatever the hell she wanted from me. I was getting tired of her whining and begging and pleading.

"Don't do it," she was saying, tears streaming down her face like gushing rapids. She repeated the phrase, over and over, as she shook her head and looked me in the eyes.

"I won't do it." The words escaped my lips before my brain could approve them.

That shut her up right away. "Really? Y-you won't?"

"Well, not to myself," I muttered as I shot her head instead of my own.