She's wearing her favorite pajama set and she looks so peaceful I 'almost' regret having to wake her up. As quickly and quietly as I can I slip over top of her and straddle her waist. Her drowsy little eyes flicker open and almost immediately after seeing the sharp blade tightly gripped in my hand her panic sets in. She tries to flee but I have her secure beneath me and she has no escape; Slowly to make sure I don't slit her throat I place the blade delicately against the tender flesh, only hard enough to make a small insertion; just to relax her. As soon as she realized the circumstances of this dire situation she let her body go limp and she let the tears flow; choking and hiccupping between sobs.
Looking at her crying face just makes me wish I could hate her, her non stop sobbing and slight whimpers of pain reach my ears. The words just about jump out of my throat "You never loved me and you know it." I speak coldly as I reach my knife back to her pale face. "Not for a second." I place the back of the blade as close to her red, puffy, fearful eyes as I can without stabbing the soft spheres that are lodged into her eye sockets. "I loved you with everything I had, I gave you everything; But you don't need to love me, my love for you makes up for it." Her sobbing becomes almost hysterical as she starts to attempt the formation of pleas but she doesn't dare move a muscle. "Soon you won't have to see me ever again." Drawing back the knife it seems my love almost sighs with relief, obviously not understanding my intentions and actions to come. I won't give her freedom anymore, and she won't breathe anymore, because I love her. She was my angel, my sweet, sweet angel.
