A Beautiful Place to Die

Where We Go

As the cold blade pressed in between her ribs, she did not fight. She let it slide in all the way to the black hilt, seeing her blood spill into the ground beneath her. She did not cry or scream, but she sighed. For she accepted death. Welcomed it, even. She was not worried of where she would go, because she already knew. Nowhere. And as the light in her eyes died, she smiled before crumpling to the ground in a heap.

As the still warm body lay beneath him he pondered his influence. Did she deserve to be killed by his hand? Was what she did worthy of this fate? Immediately he began to doubt himself. He knelt beside her mutilated body and cried deeply, his head thrown back to the heavens screaming for forgiveness. But nobody was there to answer him. So he took the switchblade he used to murder his cheating girlfriend and plunged it into his neck. Maybe they could be together there. Wherever there is.