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Tears for. By Kane X Lita 4eva
The silver object shone vibrantly, piercing his stare as it glowed in his eyes. Moonlight cascaded over his body as he knelt silently in front of the open balcony doors. Darkness surrounded him; the only light was that shinning from the night sky. A chill encircled the room as he playfully danced the blade around his fingers, not even so much as flinching as it often score his him at the odd time.
The wind blew, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. However as the wind grew stronger, the words became aggressive, telling him, no, ordering him. "Do it"
"Do it"
"DO IT!"
He clutched the blade tightly in his immense hand, his eyes slammed shut. His breathing quickened, heart racing he raised the knife and slowly brought it down.
His eyes widened, patterns danced around him. Blood rushed to his head, he suddenly felt sick, delusional, and his skin abruptly became hot than cold giving him rushes of pain. Trickles of blood oozed out from the vertical slit across his left wrist. Tiny droplets splattered the floor, his jeans stains with little spots of crimson liquid. A little breath escape his slightly parted lips, it was all he could choke out as he felt his throat tighten. He knew his end was coming.
He looked at his wrist with his last ounce of energy, feeling his ribs shatter into his lungs he crumbled into a heap on the floor. The room span, smiling he knew he was free from pain, suffering and heartache.
Most importantly, he knew he was free from himself.
Memories of his cheerful face, his optimistic views on life, and his positive attitude confused her even more. He was gone, because he committed suicide and because she never told him how she felt. Warm tears heated her face, stinging her as she cried. Cried for the man who killed himself, the man she loved. Lita was crying just for him.
Tears for Kane.
Tears for. By Kane X Lita 4eva
The silver object shone vibrantly, piercing his stare as it glowed in his eyes. Moonlight cascaded over his body as he knelt silently in front of the open balcony doors. Darkness surrounded him; the only light was that shinning from the night sky. A chill encircled the room as he playfully danced the blade around his fingers, not even so much as flinching as it often score his him at the odd time.
The wind blew, whispering sweet nothings into his ears. However as the wind grew stronger, the words became aggressive, telling him, no, ordering him. "Do it"
"Do it"
"DO IT!"
He clutched the blade tightly in his immense hand, his eyes slammed shut. His breathing quickened, heart racing he raised the knife and slowly brought it down.
His eyes widened, patterns danced around him. Blood rushed to his head, he suddenly felt sick, delusional, and his skin abruptly became hot than cold giving him rushes of pain. Trickles of blood oozed out from the vertical slit across his left wrist. Tiny droplets splattered the floor, his jeans stains with little spots of crimson liquid. A little breath escape his slightly parted lips, it was all he could choke out as he felt his throat tighten. He knew his end was coming.
He looked at his wrist with his last ounce of energy, feeling his ribs shatter into his lungs he crumbled into a heap on the floor. The room span, smiling he knew he was free from pain, suffering and heartache.
Most importantly, he knew he was free from himself.
Memories of his cheerful face, his optimistic views on life, and his positive attitude confused her even more. He was gone, because he committed suicide and because she never told him how she felt. Warm tears heated her face, stinging her as she cried. Cried for the man who killed himself, the man she loved. Lita was crying just for him.
Tears for Kane.