No regrets

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His blood was warm and smelled sweet with the taste of iron. I looked down where he lied on the floor. Around his body a little pond made of blood. Then I looked at my bloodstained hands. And then I'd thrown a glance at the knife which was on the table.
And then I remembered me at the time before the darkness came. Before he had promised me that he will never leave me. Before he had met his new girlfriend and before he had broken his vow. Before the darkness came.
"Shut up", I thought. " You've done what you had to do. No regrets", I thought and cleaned the knife and my hands and then I disappeared.

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