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His Words
In the night of the full moon, everything becomes inevitable. The night of the full moon was a bloodied night and tainted darkness when he prepared a surprise gift for his dear.
After that night, all she had was him and his words.
His words still cage her. For the most of her life, she had been locked up in the cage of eternal darkness, seeing nothing but the golden bars that forbid her to step out from it. His words haunt her, that deep voice of his ringing by her ear, in her head, even when she tightly block her ears—escaping from him is useless, she concluded long ago.
His words are always demanding and fierce, making her shiver and tremble in the corner. Yet his words can be soft sometimes, but only when she was quiet in her room doing nothing but staring at the little piece of sky that was allowed through the small window. Often he allowed her to walk in the gardens, but she never saw green grass and flowers, for his miasma had poisoned the soil and the plants. He was the poison himself, she later realized, though she still couldn't point out how she could live under the poison's care.
She hated his words that didn't allow any freedom. She hated those whispering words that promised love. She totally despised his words that killed life without any mercy in his voice. His words were curse to the human kind. Now his words no longer cage her. His words no longer haunt her. His words no longer exist, for she had killed those echoing useless words. For she had killed him.
The feeling when the sharp blade plunge deep into his flesh and break through the bones still remained on her friends, and she sometimes shuddered at the disgusting feeling It was hard to forget—she learned another lesson—the night when she killed him on the night of the full moon, like he killed her small family. Now it's her past that cage her, haunt her, make her hide away in the dark shadow trying to run away from what she had done. It unfolds before her very eyes as if trying to make her fall down and crumble to nothing but a mere dust of the universe. Its full of red lines that drip down from the silver blade, the pool of red rippling every time a drop of his blood drip from the tip of slightly curved knife. His eyes that are same as the color of his blood are wide open, but those eyes are no longer alive but empty and hollow. The fateful night of her deadly sin replays in her vision to make her regret of what she had done, but she celebrates the unforgettable night when she had finally killed him.
Her beloved.
Heyyyy :) I know it's short, but… this one shot is short for its own purposes so… hope you enjoyed it!