"I killed him. I killed him. I killed him. I killed him. I..." I repeated this out loud in hopes that the reality of the situation would hit me. A unsetteling calm sensation ran through as i looked at his perfect corpse, lying next to my bruised ankles. His fingers that once ran through my hair, now twitch hopelessly as his breaths become terminal. His lips that once parted for only mine, now part in the urgency of air, his lips stained red from his opened wounds. His eyes never sparkled more, even though there was no longer life to them, i felt calm. I had killed my boyfriend....only after he tried to kill me.