"You hate me now, right?" He asked, his face showing no emotion. But his eyes were lost, almost sad. His eyes could never lie. He was hurt. "I lied to you. About everything. It's natural that you hate me," His voice cracked at the end. It was impossible for him to hide his pain. He looked her in the eye expecting an answer. She smiled at him. A sad smile. A beautiful smile. A one that would have made his heart bounce in other circumstances. "I don't hate you," She said softly. "I'm just disappointed. I can't trust you anymore." And a single tear rolled down his cheek as she stepped out of the door, blade in hand, and sliced her hand from the wrist to elbow. Ice blue coloured blood trickled down her arm and fell drop after drop onto the ground. Her dark, warm eyes turned poison green and her face lost its warm complexion, turning pale as snow. She was no more his. But he was still hers. Hers to kill.
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