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My hands shook violently as bright metallic crimson dripped from the sides of my palms. I glanced down at the cold tile floor, my heart feverishly racing and my mind flooded with thoughts of the inevitable...


His body had stopped twitching about five minutes ago and no matter how much I screamed he wouldn't wake up. I didn't mean too... I really didn't. I couldn't have... It's impossible! The knife now lodged in his stomach leaked a beautiful ruby colored fluid, creating a pool around his now lifeless body. I couldn't think... All I could do was breathe and continue to remind myself that I, was in fact, alive and the motionless man lying in front of me, was not. I sat bent over his body, sending trickling wet tears to his now cold chest. I didn't even want to check for a pulse. I was a genius, after all. I knew he was dead and that knife is what killed him... And I was the one who had grabbed it, which makes me officially a murderer. I had no idea what really happened. All I could remember was screaming, hitting, fear and anger. However, it did not matter now... And my heart sank to the ground as I realized that the love of my life's soul had dispersed into the ether. One I loved so dearly that I had forced a ring onto my finger. The ring that had made us officially partners was now dripping with his glistening plasma. I glanced at it slightly as I shakily removed my hands from the base of the chef's knife.

The same knife I had used to cut his favorite meal for lunch just a few hours prior and the same knife he had bought me as a one-year anniversary present.
It hurt... So unbelievably bad.

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