She sat there on the floor, crying.
"Go away!", she shouted at me, "Never come back! I hate you! You idiot! Close the door behind you!"
I looked at her and my eyes filled with tears.
I never wanted to hurt her.
She was so beautiful with tears in her eyes.
And the blood on the floor.
Next to her, a knife.The knife I had thrown out if her hand.
I knelt down beside her.
Took her hand.
I hugged her softly.
Wanted to tell her how much I had loved her.
But I didn't get the words out of my mouth.
She pushed me away.
I stood up.
Went.
Left her alone.
I didn't know what would happen next.
I closed the door quietly.
Left her lying on the floor.
With the knife.
I walked home slowly.
There I took out my phone.
Checked my messages.
She had texted me.
"I'm sorry.", she said, "It's not your fault. I love you."
I didn't know what she meant.
Took a shower.***
The next day it was too late.
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murder love
أدب المراهقين(Info blow) {bad author here ._. } --- -> Sad. -> Romance. -> Emotional. -> Male Point Of View. -> Love story. -> Made Up. -> Deep. --- What if everyone you date dies after a week? Well, I experienced this. All my g...