Shhugaholic_09
"I wouldn't hesitate sliding this knife on your neck" he whispered in her ear lowly, as his other hand gripped her hair, the tight enclosure made the both of them sweat profusely, she raised her hand and wrapped it around his wrist, urging him to do it, his jaw become tense as he felt her pressed herself to him even closer.
"Do it then... do you really think I'm afraid of dying." she felt the sharp blade grazed her skin and she huffed out a slow deliberate breath.
he felt something wet on his fingers, he knew what it was but couldn't careless, the blood slowly trickled down to her collarbone and seeped through her shirt.
"I'll make it quick then." He responded, a sharp metallic clank erupted as the blade hit the hard floor. time seemed to stop and everything starts to blur as both visions blacked out.
In the midst of an apocalypse, is surviving really worth it even though all the people you once love and care about are long gone.