Uncanny Whispers

The Villain(1)

It's hilarious, I mean seriously. I, the mercenary of death who slaughted a whole continent, am dying at the hands of someone I adored, someone whom I would have killed for, someone I would die for.

I loved her and she chose them.

It's hilarious, I mean seriously. I, who made the kings around the world tremble and break into sobs, am crying with the hilt of the sword on my neck, which I had gifted to my most loyal friend.

It's hilarious, I mean seriously. I, who was never ashamed while taking the lives of the honest and innocent, am embarrassed at the sight of my own blood on my hands.

I chuckle at this sight of me. I can't help but laugh at myself.

The girl infront of me looks down at my face. I don't dare to look into her eyes. I don't want to see the disappointment, the contempt, the hatred but more importantly the tears which might be threatening to fall.

If not tears,what terrifies me more is if those once bright eyes looked at me devoid of feelings. I am too vulnerable for that.

But I can't stop myself. I crave those eyes. I am addicted to them. I have seen them so many times that I have grown accustomed to them. The affection in them. The care in them. The freedom in them. Those cerulean blue eyes are my heaven. Those are my salvation.

I tried not to but I fell for that care and love. I never wanted anything in my life. But I didn't realize when she became my life.

Even now, I am going to die by her hands, but if its her. I don't mind. I know I did wrong deeds. I know I am a monster. I know it's wrong for me to asked to be loved. I know it's wrong for me to wish to be with her. But I still wish that even at this moment that she could look at me with those bright eyes of her. With the look of affection which no one ever showed me.

Choose them I don't mind. But remember me. Don't forgive me. But don't forget me. I don't care if you remember a monster whenever you think of me. If it is your tale, I would gladly accept the title of the villain.

She deserves better than me, I know. But I am selfish. I know, I am disgusting for wanting her love for only myself. I am disgusting for using something so pure as that love as an excuse to cause this havoc. She deserves the world. And I would gladly give her that even if I have to sell my lifetime to the devil himself. I would give up everything to be with her.

I love her.

It's hilarious, I mean really. I, who has only ever known hatred fell in love.

It took me a while to get the courage to look up but I did.

I move my head up to see her. Her black hair are flowing in the wind. Her green eyes are like jewels, gleaming so bright that even the stars have fallen to shame. She is breathtaking.

But, when I saw her face my life shattered before my eyes.

She wasn't crying or trying to persuade me to change. Something I had expected her to do.

But, happiness doesn't like me.

She was smiling.

She looked at her side and before I knew it my throat was sliced.

I talked a lot to her. I liked to tell her my stories. And today she is the one who has silenced me. She had condemned me to die from the beginning. But, I will always be the villain in her story.

'I guess this it what it feels like to get betrayed' I thought.

I thought that even if she killed me I could have never fallen out of love. No matter what she did. Whether she betrayed me or hated me. I guess I didn't love her to that extent. I was all talk, I guess.