I took a step back. Then another. Everything went silent as it dawned upon me. The pain in my leg from the knife was a dull throb as compared to the agony I felt in my chest. I felt like my body was breaking in half. I clutched my stomach, bending over. I wanted to throw up. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to take the knife and drive it through his heart. And then into mine.
Every part of me wanted to kill him right there. But how could I?
He had been my support pillar, my strength when nothing made sense. I trusted him with everything I had. I loved him. Everything, every single thing was crumbling to dust in front of my eyes as he approached me. I backed away from him until I realized I was on the edge of the deck. A cold shiver ran down my back.
"My beloved Siara," he said, cupping my face. There was a time when his touch used to comfort me. Now it felt like another knife.
You have no idea how much I love you. But love is poison, and I don't want either of us to suffer through it slowly. Rest well, dear."
He shifted his hand to my shoulder and squeezed it.
And then I plummeted down, letting the darkness engulf me and begging for death to be quick.
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The Good Boy's Evil Angel
Romance"Every time I touch you, my body is on fire. And I'm not afraid to burn in that fire. What have you done to me, Ethan?" She let out a ragged breath and touched her forehead to mine. "Say something. You're scaring me," she said. "Kiss me," I breathe...
