I remember. That beautiful, white dress I've been wearing, and that suit you looked so handsome in. Our families, giving their words of gratitude, huge church in flowers, and "Yes, I do." You and I said. Our first dance, and our first night.
I remember even now, when you toss me on the floor like a toy, when you crush my bones, when my blood flow out of my wounds. When you shout and laugh, and when I try to silence my sobs, just to not make you even more angry.
And then you make me remember why I'm still here. You hug me and say that you are sorry. You kiss my bruised skin so gently, that I'm sure that that was the last time you've hurt me. Your hand caress my cheek and then you treat my wounds. We spend the night together, not like always, in separate rooms, and I feel that everything will be all right.
In the morning, when I look in the mirror I see you approaching me with kind smile and I smile back at you. You caress my neck and I give in titling my head to the side to give you more access….
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In the evening of previous night Momo, the wife of Souske Aizen, the owner of Hueco Mundo enterprise, was found dead in their house. The police refuse to say anything concerning the case, or the main suspect. "Mr. Aizen is in huge pain, and refuses to speak with media. He wish that he would be allowed to mourn in peace." Ulluqiora Shifer, Aizens representative, said. For more, read at…
You didn't see that coming? Well, me too.
I killed Momo-chan!