My face gave a look of disgust, my scowl darkening as I unwillingly forced the sharp blade onto his pale, unharmed, flawless skin of his neck, earning an emotionless gaze from him, pitch black lifeless eyes beaming at me, watching my every move.
'I'm not weak anymore, I'm different from when I was back then' I needed this, I needed to feel the blood run down the blade and engulf my fingertips, I needed to see it, the look in his eyes as I let it run deeper into him. I gripped it, earning a slight burning sensation from the rubber, his black orbs studied my face, and that all to well known smirk pricked his lips.
"you haven't changed a bit, I knew it, your far too weak to kill me, you couldn't do it anyways, you just don't have the will power" the words slipped from his smooth velvet voice, as if it were nothing, as if those words could possibly have no effect on me.
I tensed.
My whole body was at loss for a response, and no matter how hard I tried, no matter how much anger swam through my broken, weak soul, I couldn't seem to do as I planned. Seconds ticked by, and I hadn't made a move yet, causing the smirk to expand.
A soft grunt was heard as his victorious stance.
And only the sounds of the hard, never-ending rain getting louder by the passing moment was heard.
After everything, after all I had been through to get here, to be in this exact position, I couldn't kill him. And the reason why was just eating me away inside. No, not because I didn't have the strength, nor because I had no will power. It was because of the locked away emotions I held for this guy, this man with his back arched against a tree in the dead of night in the pouring down rain.
It was because of love.
"you self-centered jackass!" I hissed, the tears streaking down my pale, pale cheeks. My long locks of hair dripping wet, the rain blending in, and choking me, torturing my cracked voice to no avail.
A raspy chuckle ripped from his throat and my grip loosened around the knife, he grabbed my small hand in his, pulled it down away from him, letting the smallest trace of a smile linger. I dropped the weapon and it clinked to the ground, his firm arms wrapping around my limp waist, breathing a half-hearted sigh when I rested my head in his chest, and let the tears fall silently as I held onto his wrinkled, bloody, navy blue shirt.
"I missed you too" he whispered, placing a small, but long kiss on my forehead.
Even after all this chaos, nothing has changed.