A Melody for Two

A Melody for Two

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"You know, a little bit of joy in your playing wouldn't hurt," I smirk. He stopped, his hands still on the keys and turned his head to glare at me so intensely, I fought the urge to take a step back. "That is not for you to decide. Now leave." "I'm not leaving until you tell me why you don't play with any happiness. It's as if it pains you to play the piano." He gets up so quickly that this time I actually do take a step back. He marches over to me, the fire in his cold blue eyes reminding me of a shining fiery star. His face is only centimeters away from mine, but I do not move. I feel the coolness of his breath on my skin as he says with a broken tone, "What if it does?"
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"Please don't do this." I begged, as tears streamed down my face, making my mascara run. My eyes traveled from his face, that handsome boyish face, down to the floor. Down to the dead bodies. "Oh God," I choked, my life flashing before my eyes, as I felt his fingers slip from my shoulders down to the knife. He put it to my throat gently, so that he didn't cut it. Yet. "I'm sorry." He muttered. "Please...." I begged. "Please." His lips pressed against mine, and I shuddered against him. Dear God, Please don't let this happen. This is the story of how I met him. The story of how he stole my heart, just as carelessly as he stole peoples lives away from them. Maybe. Maybe not. When I think about it, I still smile. Even though I know the sad and terrible ending, I can't help but smile. He was my best friend. He was so loving. So caring. He taught me everything. But, he also destroyed everything. He was just like that. He was just the mass murder that loved me, and that's how I'll always remember him. I dare say, that's how I'll always cherish him.

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