The Sweet Taste of Poison

"Why?" Morelle managed to whisper, her voice trembling with a mixture of sadness and longing. She desperately sought an explanation, a glimmer of understanding, amidst the chaos that had consumed their relationship.

Roxanne's smile turned bitter, a flicker of remorse momentarily crossing her features. "Because," she replied, her voice laced with both regret and venom. "Although I hate you now, I once loved you dearly, and I will always cherish those memories." Her words hung heavy in the air, a painful reminder of what they had lost.

Morelle's heart broke, shattered fragments of their past love scattered across the battlefield of their present animosity. The sorrow engulfed her, threatening to drown her in its depths. She yearned for solace, for the chance to mend the broken pieces of their connection, but Roxanne's cold demeanor offered no respite.

As Morelle's world crumbled around her, she clung to the memories of their love, refusing to let them fade completely. In the face of Roxanne's hatred, she held onto the flickering ember of hope, praying that one day, the wounds of the past would heal, and their love would find a way to rekindle.

But that hope shattered as Roxanne knelt on Morelle's bleeding abdomen, causing a torrent of blood to surge from beneath the knife. " But now it's time for you to rest dear sister, so kindly, stop breathing for me."

As the world around her faded to black, Morelle clutched Roxanne's arms with desperation. "No! Please don't leave me!" she begged as Roxanne's fingers dug into her wounds, her fingernails drawing long gashes in the pale flesh of her stomach. "You promised! You told me we'd always be there for each other!"