It wasn't meant to end this way.
You were supposed to cry. You were supposed to scream.
Instead you just stared at me. Not a word. Not a tear.
It almost looked like you were grateful.
It looked like you wanted this.
You wanted me to do this.
When I woke you up, you were supposed to be afraid.
Instead, you looked me in the eyes and smiled.
You saw the knife. You saw it but you weren't afraid.
You touched my cheek and smiled.
I needed this.
I needed you out of my world, but you were supposed to scream. You were supposed to cry.
You were supposed to try to stay. You were supposed to try change my mind.
Even when the knife entered you, you smiled. You held me close. You kissed my cheek.
The bed was becoming damp with blood. Your blood.
You were supposed to be crying by this time. You were supposed to be screaming in pain.
The only sound you made was a sigh as the last breath left your body.
But you didn't scream. You didn't cry.
You only smiled.
I watched the life leave your eyes. There were no tears in them.
I saw gratitude, understanding and pity. Above all, I saw pity.
You pitied me. You were sorry for me. The look in your eyes was overwhelming.
Such sadness, but not for you. Sadness for me.
Sadness that this was the only way for me to be free.
You did love me.
You loved me more than I knew. You let me kill you. You wanted me to be free.
But I wasn't free. I had trapped myself even more by killing you.
You were stuck with me forever. The smile on your face. The pity in your eyes.
I knew these would haunt me forever.
It wasn't meant to end this way. There were tears. There were screams.
I cried when I realised what I had done.
I screamed as the knife entered my body.
The bed was now drenched in blood. Our blood.
As the room faded into darkness, I held you tight. I smiled. I let pity fill my eyes.
Now we were free.
It wasn't meant to end this way.