Roses

"You're like a rose, so beautiful yet with thorns that hurt more than anything."

I take out my pocket knife with my left hand while still holding his face with my right, lifting his head up so I can examine his full fleshed neck. I slowly put the blade at one of the ends of his neck, puncturing a tiny hole, slowly so he could feel every inch of pain as I rip through his throat. Maybe then he will realize how much pain I have been forced to experience losing Louis to him.