I Love You, Forever

Red. All he could see was red. His hands, the floor, the body that lay before him- all of it stained red.

"Wake up!" He pleaded. Shaking the lifeless body, he desperately tried to revive it. "Stop messing around and wake up!" He could feel his hands shaking; he was terrified. "You have to wake up... I can't lose you..." Holding the body in a tight embrace, he wept into its bloodied neck.

He remembered the terrified look in the other's eyes. Remembered how the other begged him to stop. Remembered the feeling of hands pushing and punching at him get weaker and weaker until they stopped altogether.

He did this. He did this and there was nothing he could do to fix it.

"Please, come back..." he whispered, his voice cracking.

He killed him.

He killed the one he loved most in the world.