A/N here's another fic...like usual, Riffy and Mags, first ROTOQ though.
It's Riff thinking about why he's going to kill her. Sappiness alert!
Flashback alert!
I looked at her, so peaceful. So calm. She looked so perfect in her sleep. He red hair lay spread out around her, framing her pale face. She looked like what the earthlings described as an angel. So beautiful. She radiated beauty. All that was missing was the halo and wings, and she'd fit into one of the earthling's paintings.
I looked over the room, commiting it to memory. It was the same as always. In looks at least. It had a different feel to it. You could feel the tension in the room. I could at least. Or maybe it was the tension that I was feeling. I didn't want to do what I was going to do. But yet, there was no stopping me.
It was so ironic. I didn't want to do it, I could stop myself. But I couldn't help it. I knew what I was going to do was needed. It was revenge. Just like what happened with Frank. Pure, simple, revenge. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like I needed to go through with it.
She had betrayed me. Betrayed the trust that we had. I trusted her. She was the only one that I could tell anything to. If I ever decided to open up. I'd always been introverted. Always kept to myself. But if I ever talked to someone, I'd talk to her. I wasn't like some men, the softies who spent there life paying for therapy. No, no, I'd rather deal with things myself.
How could she do this to me. How could she betray me like this? How could she just throw away everything that we had? And we had a lot. We were together, in every sense of the word. Then she cuts me to the quick with her shamelessness. I thought that I would be able to handle it. I knew that I wasn't her one and only. I knew she loved me. But was who she chose. She picked HIM. As I sat there, watching the light glint off the metal, I found myself lost in thought, as I looked down at her angelic features.
I looked at her, so peaceful. So calm. She looked so perfect in her sleep. He red hair lay spread out around her, framing her pale face. She looked like what the earthlings described as an angel. So beautiful. She radiated beauty. All that was missing was the halo and wings, and she'd fit into one of the earthling's paintings.
I looked over the room, commiting it to memory. It was the same as always. In looks at least. It had a different feel to it. You could feel the tension in the room. I could at least. Or maybe it was the tension that I was feeling. I didn't want to do what I was going to do. But yet, there was no stopping me.
It was so ironic. I didn't want to do it, I could stop myself. But I couldn't help it. I knew what I was going to do was needed. It was revenge. Just like what happened with Frank. Pure, simple, revenge. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed like I needed to go through with it.
She had betrayed me. Betrayed the trust that we had. I trusted her. She was the only one that I could tell anything to. If I ever decided to open up. I'd always been introverted. Always kept to myself. But if I ever talked to someone, I'd talk to her. I wasn't like some men, the softies who spent there life paying for therapy. No, no, I'd rather deal with things myself.
How could she do this to me. How could she betray me like this? How could she just throw away everything that we had? And we had a lot. We were together, in every sense of the word. Then she cuts me to the quick with her shamelessness. I thought that I would be able to handle it. I knew that I wasn't her one and only. I knew she loved me. But was who she chose. She picked HIM. As I sat there, watching the light glint off the metal, I found myself lost in thought, as I looked down at her angelic features.