"how does it feel?
standing on the other side?
i am the one holding the trigger now"
"what is this?
what are you doing?"
"giving you the same treatment you gave me"
"stop this nonsense"
i slap him across the face
"shhh, does the sight of your own blood scare you?"
he looks at me with hurt visible on his face,
but the confusion as to why
i am doing this is even greater
this was probably the same look i gave him in the beginning
"it shouldn't though
you'll get used to it"
i turn around
so that i am facing you
handing you the knife
i can't help but grin luckily
when i ask you
"are you ready?"
do you want an epilogue or is this enough?
YOU ARE READING
canvas | ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ
Fanfiction❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]
