A/N: This was written on Valentines day. Yeah, I forgot to put it up. So, here it is now, Shaggy's POV. I hate valentines day.
Sweet, so sweet. She was the most sweetest. Now her after taste stings in my mouth.
I gave her everything… I have nothing left now.
I want to forget. Claw out the memories from my head. Throw the chunks of brain to the corner of the room. Burn. Burn the pictures. Set alight to this hell hole. To myself.
She's not gone. She still stands before me- with him. Whispering to one another. They call it "investigating". We used to whisper, confide in one another. We used to share everything. But now he's back, I simply kept his place warm. I wonder if she remembers when I held her... He holds her now.
On Valentines day, I bought her a rose. Just one. I never got the chance or courage to give it to her. It's too late now. The stem has broken, the petals has fallen and the thorns has pricked my fingers. The beads of blood grows bigger, like the rip in my stomach. The wound is always poked at, pulled further apart, torn a little bit more by her laugh. I remember when it was just her and me, she was different, she was real. Now she's turned her back, switched off the light and locked me here. Here to suffer. To be constantly reminded how it used to be.
For now, love lies bleeding.