A heart held softly in my hand as our fingers seemed outreached as if to truly grasp each other.
"Please forgive." My voice echoed out almost lifelessly and my fingers held the knife as my other hand held her.
Was it wrong of me to fall in love with my victim?
Yes, it was, but my heart was already given away to her and the life that she lived.
I stabbed her in a way that was far too quick to be brutal but told of a wrath way beyond our control and full of enough hate to drive others away.
I'd miss her and in fact I already did as Francine fell in to my arms as her life finally drained out of her; I'd miss the arguments and our forbidden love story that was only forbidden by the fact that I wasn't supposed to love my future victim.
I don't know how I'd explain this to her family which is the family that I wished I had growing up or the way that I'd live my life knowing that I was the guilty woman to have killed my dear lover that I hated to leave behind like this yet I must leave her.
"Francine, I'm sorry." My words fell from my lips as if choked out, and I held her close as if she could still feel me in this lifetime yet she couldn't.
May be I was only worthy of sitting here and watching as my world returned to it's dark state as if my girlfriend wasn't just dead but sleeping instead.
I'd rather that be the case as it went past and stayed beyond my heartbreak.
"I love you." The words broke just barely as they escaped my lips as if to drift upon the wind and never come back again as if it had fleed from this bright turned dark story of my life.
'Goodbye.' I thought as I succumbed to my body's tiredness and it's ache; hopefully one day, I'd forget all of this, but for now it's too prevalent in my mind and will continue to be for quite some time.
Love did not fade by the thrust of a knife and may be it would never fade, but for me, I wanted it to fade at some point even though it was a selfishness that Francine couldn't have the choice to make or not as her body slowly started to wither in my hands though it's decaying nature would only finish occuring after she had been buried and years would slowly heal my heart.
Love is unfair and unruly with a mind of it's own or that's how if appeared for me for when I'd have to spend the rest of my life forgetting it's forbidden touches and gentle carresses.