As she slowly walks up the steps awaiting to approach the door you sent her for, Without hesitation she walks in with her tight blue blouse secure she approaches you. knowing you. loving you. Placing her hand upon your chest and a gental kiss upon your cheek to match, turning her back towards you as you lift your arms blind fold in hand wraping it around her eyes as you whisper that you a surprise. You let her go backing away watching carefully as she begins to call your name scared because you've suddenly disapeared so you bring out the jagged blade you hid away pushing her to lay across the bed upon the lilies you scattered her breathing becoming rough you get upon her, you so painfully plunge the blade below her breast she screams out in agony slowly dieing a sound not heard from the down below where the ballroom lays where this woman that was once filled with joy sat and gazed about her but now lost for there is no breath left in her lungs.
So you keep the meaning of the phrase everyone use to say your the one that stole her breath away.
