Her eyes shone like a candle. Her soul rid the world's darkness, but her wit was sharpers than a needle's point. The deadly killer's edge was matched only by The Jack Ripper. Seeing her eyes lighten up as the knife went into my chest was the best moment of my short life.
She hated me. I loved her.
Her name was Herio. I had simply called her Amabilia.
I was Santua . I was the calm before the storm. I had always managed to tone down her anger before it became to much to bear.
We were the perfect couple. Yin and Yang, salt and pepper, smooth jazz and the Devil. So, with that being said, it made sense for me to marry her.
I asked. She accepted. That was before I had known about her skeletons. And frankly, it didn't make me love her any less. I still loved her with all my heart and soul.
We had become a team. A murderous killing machine. We left the Devil's flames wherever we went. Bodies upon bodies were left there. Entire families were left in our wake.
Little did I know what she was plotting.
With every murder, she had begun to hate me more and more and more until it was just too much.
We had just killed a man in Arizona. Then, she turned around and pinned me to the wall. She looked at me with Amethyst eyes. They showed so much emotion, it was enough to make me let out a singular, lone tear.
She kissed my cheek, then whispered in my ear. "I hate you more than words can say."
"I love you." My voice came out raspy, while hers was strong like a tiger chasing a gazelle.
She looked me in the eyes, then stabbed me.
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Inspiration
De Todojust me being inspired enough to write a little, but not enough for a story. most of these aren't a lot of words. these aren't stories! i'll just hate myself if i don't write them, even a little bit.
