She was jealous,
of all the girls he talked to,all the girls he could talk to, and all
the the girls he must be thinking of, she looked at herself in the
mirror, " what is missing in me? " . The inbox open in her phone, the
words - ' i miss you' , typed three hours ago, unsent, staring at her
patronizingly.
She wanted him all for herself, for that,she had to be better, than the beautiful girls around him, some with their thin waists,others with unblemished beautiful skin,and some with slender legs , a few with long black hair.
She was nothing like them, and she knew he would never look at her, 'maybe if i made my grand gesture,' she thought.
she turned to the pile of photos on her bed, each one of a different day, - him sitting at the cafeteria, smiling at her; him sitting with a girl, she didn't know her name - 'the slut' ; him playing basket ball shirt less, him eating food, him sleeping in his bed, and a a lot more thrust under the pillow.
She needed her grand gesture, he was never going to fall in love with her, he was never going to fall for a sweet heart like her, he wanted those beautiful girls, not her.
She took a knife, cut her finger, looked at him, his eyes wide open, she didn't think it was fear, it was admiration, for waht she was about to do. He was tied up, she didnt want him to run away to his girls again. This time she made sure.
"i love you, " she said, looking at him, he was shaking a bit now, obviousley not out of fear, it was the excitement to know what would happen next.she turned the A.C on, he had been sweating for quite some time, her cut finger had stopped dripping, so she took the knife again, this time dragging it deep from the start of her palm till below her wrist. Blood gushed out fast now.
He was not crying out despair, but out of the bursting love emerging for her now.
It was time to show him how much she loved him. "Its my gift to you," she said, stroking her bloodied hand against his face.
She wanted him all for herself, for that,she had to be better, than the beautiful girls around him, some with their thin waists,others with unblemished beautiful skin,and some with slender legs , a few with long black hair.
She was nothing like them, and she knew he would never look at her, 'maybe if i made my grand gesture,' she thought.
she turned to the pile of photos on her bed, each one of a different day, - him sitting at the cafeteria, smiling at her; him sitting with a girl, she didn't know her name - 'the slut' ; him playing basket ball shirt less, him eating food, him sleeping in his bed, and a a lot more thrust under the pillow.
She needed her grand gesture, he was never going to fall in love with her, he was never going to fall for a sweet heart like her, he wanted those beautiful girls, not her.
She took a knife, cut her finger, looked at him, his eyes wide open, she didn't think it was fear, it was admiration, for waht she was about to do. He was tied up, she didnt want him to run away to his girls again. This time she made sure.
"i love you, " she said, looking at him, he was shaking a bit now, obviousley not out of fear, it was the excitement to know what would happen next.she turned the A.C on, he had been sweating for quite some time, her cut finger had stopped dripping, so she took the knife again, this time dragging it deep from the start of her palm till below her wrist. Blood gushed out fast now.
He was not crying out despair, but out of the bursting love emerging for her now.
It was time to show him how much she loved him. "Its my gift to you," she said, stroking her bloodied hand against his face.
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