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I watch as the blood falls. It covers his face. But only because life exists did we meet... And only because life ends did we end...
And as I watch, I remember. And as I remember, I love it all.
The first time we said I love you to each other. I remember that night perfectly. Of course I would. It was the time I actually said I loved somebody, and I believed it truly myself. It wasn't a lie, it wasn't something I said to make someone feel better... It was the truth.
That is the power of the truth. It makes you feel so sure of yourself. It makes you know what you want, what you did. It doesn't confuse you, and you do not feel guilty. The truth...
I remember when I first saw him. Then I hated him. The cold slice of his insults and taunts cut through me like a knife cuts through butter than had been sitting in the sun too long. Easy. Quick.
I hated the way he smirked, the way his eyes looked amused when they saw our faces. Ours as in the ones he made fun of. I hated the way he held himself, the way his voice sounded, the way his noise looked, the way his hair was styled. Everything. I hated him. And maybe I still do in a way. In a way that love conjures up hate. In a way that you rarely get one without the other. Because you always hate some part of a person. Just sometimes it fades. And that is what my hate did...
I remember the time we first kissed. It came as a surprise to both of us, I think. Neither of us meant to. I needed comforted. He needed comforted also, but he wouldn't admit it. He didn't admit much. Instead he would move around his problems, and act like nothing was wrong. But I saw through his act. And I refused to believe his lies. I refused to let him think about his life, but not let anyone else help... I refused his stubbornness.
Maybe that helped. Maybe it didn't. I'm not sure, but it helped me. I got to know the inside of him. I didn't know the person he showed everyone else. I didn't get to see the side he showed me when we were out in public.
Our relationship was strong. And private. We didn't tell anyone. I don't regret that. We would of been killed, just like now. But it would of been sooner. I wouldn't have experienced what I did. I wouldn't have enjoyed my life without him. And we needed to be private in order to be with eachother.
I remember the freedom came. Of course, neither of us liked it, though, because it came too suddenly. It came without warning. They tricked us. We didn't get time to enjoy the freedom. Instead the freedom killed us, just like we had both predicted...
The cold laughs, the sharp words, the evil smirks... They were all part of our death. The death of our relationship. The death of him. The death of me.
Because I did die that day. Both litterally and not so. I died when I saw him die. My heart broke when I saw the blood. And my body dropped when I got stabbed.
But now we can be together... We both accepted the death... We will be together in whereever it is we're going. We will be with others, too. And we will be free.
Together we will be free... with no consequences this time.