"Just kill me now" I couldn't tell what hurt more: The knife cutting into my neck? Or looking into the eyes of a person whom I once loved; who at one point looked at me with the all the love the world could hold. And seeing nothing? Not love, not hate. I remembered a quote that is learned a while ago,"The opposite of love is not hate, it is indifference." I never believed it until now. Now I know how true it is. I'd rather die than mean nothing to him. Yet it didn't matter, for I was dead anyways. The blade broke the skin, causing warm blood to trickle down my neck. I stared into his once warm brown eyes, that had now turned to unknowing stone. "Goodnight baby."