He loves me. He loves me not. He loves me. He loves me not.
The woman continuously plucked the peach coloured petals off the broken flower. She sought revenge as she remembered that the love of her life was in another girl's arms.
The thought of it made her stomach clench in agony and caused her heart to sink. He failed to keep his promise to her, the words she remembered so clearly,
"I will always love you."
The woman felt depressed for days as she planned a scheme to kill her target. Blinded by jealousy, anger, and hate, she rummaged through the darkness of her drawers to find her silver gun.
She hurried out of her flat to her next destination. At last, she faced a familiar red door, and so she barged in.
A light smirk painted her rosy lips as she vowed to herself, that the love of her life would finally be in her arms again.
