I knew what would happen.
I knew what would happen if i let myself get close to him.
But i didn't care.
I was selfish.
I wanted him.
I wanted to feel whole again, even if it was only for a short time.
I wanted someone to care for me.
I wanted to feel loved.
But mostly i wanted to feel alive again.
I told myself that I wouldn't let it happen this time.
That this time would be different.
But deep down, i knew there was nothing i could do...
There was nothing special about him, but i couldn't stop thinking about him.
I couldn't stop thinking about his body on mine, my lips on his...
Then his warm blood on my hands...
As i bury my knife into his heart.
Ending his life...