I didn't kill him. It wasn't me. I wasn't the one who pulled the trigger. But I didn't try to help, either. I didn't want him dead, even after everything. And yet as he laid on the floor before me, I did nothing to save him. Blood had poured from the wound in his chest, pooling on the floor around him, and was dotted across his lips.
When I was young, I always thought seeing a corpse would terrify me. But now, standing in front of one, it was almost beautiful. There was a peace in it, a sort of tranquility one could never reach in life. But none of it mattered now. He was dead, and I was free. It was finally over.
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Just A Frail Disguise | Ricky Horror
Fanfiction"I love you so much. I'm so glad you're mine." The words flowed so smoothly, so easily, from his mouth, with a false sincerity. I knew he didn't love me. I knew he loved the weakness in me. He loved that I would never fight to save myself from him.
