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I had never imagined dying this way.
I always thought I would be my own killer. I had practiced enough to perfect the cuts, searched for the best options, but I was never able to accomplish my goal. There was never enough pills. The cuts were never deep enough to bleed me out. Now I know why.
It was always her that was supposed to kill me. How cruel is the universe, you ask? Cruel enough to fate the love of my life to be my demise. I had died a thousand little deaths by her perfect hands before this last grand one. I couldn't blame her for it though. I often dreamt of killing her too but I never wanted to do it in reality.
As if I could stop my insatiable thirst. I am a monster and it was her duty to end it. I want to thank her now. The pain is gone and the suffering is no more. The craving is a distant memory. Though I still stand here as a ghostly presence, watching my lifesblood ooze into the dirt.
Now, as she cries and weeps over my corpse, I can see that she never wanted this for me. Despite her sometimes cold heart, she loved me as much as I loved her. Because of this love, I'm still here, watching her mourn me with the deepest of sorrows in the world. I wonder what could have been if our love wasn't so complicated. If I hadn't been destined to become this creature. If my lust for her didn't turn into thirst.
In the end, it doesn't matter. Because she loved me once...and it was all I could do to savor those moments before they bled away as I am now. I laugh but she does not hear me. Even in death my love is so fierce that I remain with her. Whatever God there is hates me.
But, how did we get here? Why am I bleeding out? Why does she scream my name into the dark night? You ask too many questions.
Ours is not a fairytale of glass slippers or a kiss waking the comatose. This is the story of a monster
These tales are never beautiful.