Blossom Tears
Tao[EXO]- sad&perhaps slightly scary to some
He did it to protect you. At least, that's what he claimed. He had hit you, bruised you, beaten you until you lay bloody and unconcious on his bedroom floor. He didn't know what was wrong with him. It was like some evil force was taking over his body. Controlling all his actions and thoughts.
He still loved you. Of course he did! He was so madly and deeply in love with you. He just didn't know what happened. What had caused him to explode like that? He couldn't blame you. No, even though you had annoyed him with your constant pestering about him being around other girls. He could never blame you. It was all his fault and he knew it.
When you woke up, you left him. He didn't blame you, he would've done the same in your situation. But that didn't stop it from hurting. In his deepest of regrets, he just longed to hold you and apologize. To make you his again and to make you feel loved. How very much he wanted to run his fingers through your hair, and to listen to the soft sound of your beautiful laugh. But never again.
He realized that he had crushed you. He watched as you sat in the woods, plucking the petals off the flowers. They fell to your feet as you lifelessly stared at them fall. He knew it was his fault, your lack of spirit. The once jovial princess he fell in love with was broken because of what he did to you.
He wanted to take away your pain, but he knew you wouldn't let him near you again. He knew of only one way to take the pain away: to return you to where you came from.
Taking his sword between trembling fingers, he silently approched you from behind. With eyes blinded by love and fury towards himself, he swung. Time stood still as he watched your head fall and roll, your beautiful hair still flowing, and your eyes becoming truly lifeless.
He dropped to his knees sobbing. Heartbroken that he had to be sperated from you, but happy that you had returned to the angels where you belonged. But for hurting you, he knew where he deserved to be.
With hands tainted by your precious blood, he once again took hold of the sword. He pointed it directly at his heart and slowly leaned forward. He screamed in agony as the sword slowly ripped apart his flesh, fiber from fiber. He wanted to feel all the pain he inflicted upon you. Finally, with one final breath, he whispered, "I love you ________."
With his last confession, he grabbed your bloodstained hand and slumped forward, his glassed over eyes staring into the abyss of death. His body fell on top of your mangled one, forever to be with you in flesh, but eternally seperated in soul. For he had sentenced himself to hell.
