She felt oddly calm as the man, all dressed in black ,came into her room almost as if she
were waiting for this moment. She knew it was her time, knew it was what he needed to
do… only if she could find out why.
" kiss me before it all ends just so I know what its like to kiss some one I could have loved…"
It was all about could haves now, like how when their lips touched he thought about how
it could have been if she lived. The knife sliced into her. He had to because he knew if it
wasn't know then it never would have happened. He knew he loved her but he also knew
by their standards you had to hurt the ones you loved so they wouldn't be hurt by the ones
you hated most. She look down and barley registered what happened almost as if their
love overshadowed the pain…but she knew it couldn't overshadow everything or else this
knife never would have left his hand. She took her last breath never once blaming him but
just conveyed her love for him thru her eyes. He gently laid her on the bed silently saying
his goodbye and left without a second glance knowing its what he had to do . I guess it
really was about what they knew and not what they felt was right…