Love is War x ACUTE
Was it that hard to love her?
Strapping the bulky utility belt to her thin waist, she glanced over herself in the foggy mirror in front of her, an object glistening in the minimum sunlight.
What made her so much better?
Ripping the silver necklace off of her, the chains cut her rough skin, the scent of blood stinging her nose.
When did he become so blind?
An evil yet fitting smile creeped onto her grotesque face.
Obviously she loved him more.
Not bothering to lock the door behind her as she stormed out of the house, she nearly tore the door off of her beaten blue BMW, quickly revving it up and speeding down the street.
It's not like they were all that different, anyway.
The metal in the pockets of the belt crashed against each other, as she barely avoided many unprepared cars and pedestrians that were coming home from work.
Their faces were quite similar, except she was much prettier.
An evil aura surrounded the car as it bolted down the streets, taking pin sharp turns and fishtailing through the almost nonexistent traffic.
Why didn't he see?
A familiar house came into view, the broken vehicle speeding up even more and haphazardly parking in front.
Oh well.
Digging through a nearby flower pot, pale hands grabbed a silver key, as she excitedly opened the door.
He would when she would be his last choice.
'Where is she?' The anger inside of her only grew as she stealthily tiptoed around the small house. Frowning a bit when she saw nothing, her eyes trailed over to a picture.
That wouldn't be such a bad thing.
Three familiar figures were printed on the glossy paper, all with glee written into their young faces. Her eyes widened. She had this picture, too. Pulling it out of her pocket, she unfolded the torn picture, comparing it to theirs.
Loving the girl that murdered the love of your life.
One of them was scratched out, and the other two were circled in a heart. She crushed the picture in her hands, tears brimming her eyes again.
That was how badly she wanted him.
"M-Miku?" her voice asked, stepping into the hallway. Her white dress fluttered a bit, a breeze floating the front door.
Killing was an option.
"You!" she screeched, running towards her. Bony hands grabbed one of the objects from the belt.
And a very good one.
"You're the one that's separating me from him!" she screeched, plunging knife into her chest.
What?
"Luka, what's-" Seeing his dead fiancée on the ground gasping for air, he almost had a heart attack.
Didn't she used to be sweet one?
"What did you do?" he asked, dropping to his knees. Grabbing her blood-soaked hand, his tears mixed with her ruby red blood, making quite a mess on the wooden floor.
Wasn't she the one who always settled petty disputes?
"And you!" Without thinking, the same knife was pushed through his back, his black button-down ripping.
The one who was sweet and innocent and loved by everyone?
"What did you even see in her?" she asked no one in particular, as his body fell beside hers. Their hands were still folded into each others, and the red spilling from them becoming one huge pool. Her long pink hair scattered on the floor, absorbing the blood that came its way.
Weren't these her best friends?
She stared at the motionless bodies surrounded by their own blood. He was still close to her, like he always had been. It was dead silent - why would anyone be awake at two in the morning?
Best friends forever, right?
Tears again fogged her eyes, the blood of her best friends snaking to herself. Her best friends, the ones that always had her back, she killed them. Then, it came to her.
And best friends stay together.