a/n so far these are supper short so i'll try to make this longer. Well the next one will be longer definatly.
Chapter 3- A Lunatic's Lament
It Was Your Poison Kiss That Turned Me Into This
Annabel. How Gerard miss her. I should have aplogiesed, he thought . . No -- Why should I appologise to her when she turned me into this! This is was all her fault. She wouldn't be dead and Gerard wouldn't be a murderer if she had never come into his life.
Gerard still wished she could take a walk with him one more time. . . They had loved to walk and count the stars.
I hope you're satisfied Annabel, Gerard thought bitterly. But still, you're the only girl I've ever dreamed of.
"Oh, please for give me dear," Gerard mumbled, falling to his knees in the vacant cobblestone street. "I can't survive without you Annabel. I never even asked her to marry me."
It was a nightmare come true.
He abruptly stood, realizing something: the only love he'd ever had, had been ripped from his arms by his very own hands.
"Are you satisfied, Annabel?"
Gerard's mind was so far gone that he swiftly passed the town's laughing tavern. Had Gerard been walking these streets a different night -- a night Annabel hadn't been murdered -- walking another street perhaps, maybe even have another man in Gerard's place passing the same place, the events that followed his entance to the innocent pub would never have been grasped by the feat.
Anyone outside the place would have been able to tell the difference between the occupants' cries for help and their previous laughter of intoxication.
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