Heartbreak.

Heartbroken.

Tears stained his pale cheeks. His eyes, bloodshot. His heart tore in two. He lay awake, 4 in the morning, thinking of her again. Her face, her smile, her love dominating his mind. Her calm loving voice on repeat in his head. He was lost, broken, alone. Silk sheets coated in sweat, despite the bitter cold biting at his skin. Physically, he was there, at that moment, but he wasn't. Without her, he was an empty shell of a person. He was a nobody.

She was what kept him going, without her, why should he still live?

He stood on the chair, the rope tied snuggly around his neck. He was ready, he would be with her again. He stood tall, proud even, as he kicked the wooden chair away from beneath his long, thin legs. The next few minutes where just as you would imagine, all he could feel was the pain. However, he didn't once struggle. Mere minutes passed before the air from his lungs was gone and the windpipe that once was full of air was crushed. His body relaxed, no longer tense and his eyes fluttered shut, as if it was a movie.

A girl was in love with a boy who couldn't control himself. She was only scared that if she left him, he would do something much worse to somebody else. She wished that it all ended with her. In the end, she got her wish. He wouldn't be hurting anybody after her. When he saw her mutilated body the next day, the boy felt angry at himself-- angry that he had done it with his own hands but couldn't even remember the satisfaction he felt when he did it. No remorse, no guilt, he was--

He is a monster.

He had hurt the only person that had ever loved him. She kept him stable around others, he was no longer angry at everybody for the small things. He coped with all his anger by hurting the person that was so in love with him they would sit, limp on the floor allowing it to happen.

Both of them ended in that room, the room in which it all started.

She had suffered heartbreak, much more than she should have had to endure. But what could she do? She loved him more than she loved herself and although he hurt her she couldn't leave him. The constant heartache and destruction that followed them. The hatred and moral misguidance between them, contrasting deeply with the passion and heat surrounding them.

A new day, another gas station. The screams and pleads of the cashier bounces from each shelf to another, the harsh crack of the pistol hitting off of the bagging area. While the sirens sound is the distance, the pairs thoughts were focused on themselves and their hearts. Beating in their throats and the constant humming in their ears.

Her POV:

At first, it was perfect, he loved me and I loved him, there was nothing that felt wrong. No red flags. But after I've written it down, I realize that it being perfect was the biggest red flag there could have been.

That was until the first night we spent together. He screamed and punched all night, I cried and hid in the corner just begging God to make it stop. However, when it finally did stop he would cry and apologize, acting as if he hadn't just tried to kill me.

Anyway, getting to the part where I say why I'm writing this and why I just don't tell somebody and make it stop. Well, it's because I'd get hurt than somebody else. If he doesn't hit me he'd constantly be angry and get into fights and...well I'd just rather it be me then random people who made him angry. I want to write this all out now, so here it goes.

I love you father. You've stayed so strong for me and Lily. I know it wasn't easy losing mum and having to keep us stable all those years but you did amazingly. Thank you.

Lily..Where do I even start? You've been the best big sister anybody could ever even dream of. You've always been there for me, for as long as I can remember. You've been like a mother to me for the past 8 years. Thank you and I love you.

I'm sorry for not being able to stay long enough to repay you all. There's a lot more I want to say to you all but I don't have time so I'll say it again the next time we all see each other. I guess mum will be first.

I'm sorry for leaving so soon but I want you to remember that this isn't goodbye. This is just me saying see you later.

I guess I'm off now. I'll be sure to tell you if I meet any type of God up there.

-Jennie x

His POV:

I miss her.
I promise I do, I didn't mean to it was just that i was angry. I was in this constant state of anger and frustration and it just built up. I didn't mean to.

She meant the world to me, she was my whole world, everything i thought it was about her. I did everything I could for her, and this. This is how she repays me.
There's this constant pit in my body that I can never seem to fill. Without her I'm empty I can't even recognise myself anymore. She made me who I was and I couldn't even have the decency to treat her as my equal. What is wrong with me. I can't be human. Why am i so different to everybody else.

I'm so sorry jen. I should've been better to you.

-Matthew.

-this story was based from the story of Ian Brady and Myra Hindley very briefly because of their toxic and very manipulative relationship. Thank you so much for reading.