Short Stories?

My betrothed

I sat in the center of my living room with her, cuddling her. She rested her head on my chest as I stroked her auburn colored hair. I remember the smell of the ocean and the blue and red lights we hung on the walls. Fairy lights she called them, I thought that was cute. She was always so, I don't know, flowing? Carefree seems like an understatement. She was so amazing. Every movement of her's was like she had no gravity pulling her down, and if she were even to jump she would fly away into her own little world. I know it's cheesy but, her blue eyes were like the ocean; they really were. Everytime I saw them I felt almost as if I could drown. Oh and her smile it would light up any room she walked into and joy would surge through me like electricity. I lay my head back against the wall taking in the moment and look around the room. It's golden hour and the light slips through the blinds, the fairy lights coruscating. She turns her head in my arms to look at me but her hair masks her face. I take my hand and brush it aside. I look at her, but she is not smiling..and her eyes are not blue. Instead they are cold and gray. Her smile now gone, leaving a blank expression. Only it's not just blank. It is marked with fear. The blue and red lights become brighter shining from outside. The once warm sun..gone. Leaving me surrounded in the cold darkness. Reality hits me like glass bottle over the head, bits and pieces scattered not able to grasp any of it. I look down at my betrothed and then at my hands to see a knife in one and the other over her stomach covered in blood. What a shame.

A/N:
So this is kinda dumb and I'm really bad at plot twists, it's also really corny but I really hope you enjoyed reading it if not, then too bad so sad? And sorry? Lmao idk but what I'm trying to say it "this is bad but whatever" so oof.