Cuts on the wrist, another way of love

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The word is used too many times, that it now has lost the special meaning.

"I love you" she would whisper and smile.

As always I would just roll my eyes, and not feel the words. Before, it was something big, it took her some time to say it out loud, now she just can't seem to shut up about it.

I know that she loves me, but why don't I get any special feelings when she says it?

Simple, because the word is overused, and the sentence is now pathetic.

Luckily I have found the perfect solution for it.

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"Cherry blossom…"

She turns around in surprise and happiness is written all over her face.

"I've missed you…." she says with a smile, and walks towards me.

"I know…"

She pouts, "hmm… then whats the point in telling you…"

"Because…" I start, my arms now wrapped around her small waist, "girls like you, needs to tell stupid and pointless things that doesn't even matter…"

"Are you saying I'm stupid?"

I give her a quick kiss on the forehead, "yes…" I mutter, and take her hand, heading towards the bathroom.

"I love you…" she whispers, "I know…" and again she pouts.

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"What are we doing in the bathroom?" she asks, still standing in the doorway.

I don't bother to give her an answer.

"Didn't you hear me?" she says and moves away from the door, closing it behind her.

"Of course I heard you, but that doesn't mean I'm going to give you answer Cherry Blossom…"

She sighs.

"Its boring and overused… therefore…" I begin and pull out a razor blade, of course she looks confused. "Don't worry, it won't hurt…" and I reach out for her arm. In an instant she have pulled it back, looking scared.

"Relax, or things might get ugly…"

She bits her lip and slowly starts to back away.

"Cherry Blossom, where do you think you are going?"

"Away from you…" she mutters.

I can only sigh, and again I reach out for her arm.

"Don't touch me!" she screams while she is trying to escape only to find the door locked.

"It won't hurt…" I say calmly and try again to grab her arm.

She gulps, her eyes widens as my hand comes closer, "don't…" she whispers.

"Pathetic…"

And less than a second, we're on the floor, her still struggling and screaming on my lap.

I shook my head, and try to hold her arm, as steady as possible, enough so that I can write.

The razor nears her arms, and she has finally calmed down a little, it breaks the skin, and she gasps.

Red liquor is starting to show, as I make the cut longer, it overflows and lands on the cold floor. I admirer the little mark on her arm, and continue with the next one. She flinches as the razor again breaks through her skin, but yet she doesn't make a sound, only watches, as the cuts starts to form letters.

I'm almost done, when she ask me, "why?"

"It has gotten bored and lame…"

She looks down at the marks, "what does it say?"

My tongue sticks out and runs over the letters, and no matter how many times I do it, its always interesting and fun to see her flinch.

"I desire you…" she reads out loud.

"Not as lame as 'I love you'…" I mutter, and again she pouts, "love is a good word…"

"Well Cherry Blossom, I prefer desire…" I look at her other arm, "and lust…"

I know that they are way too OOC…

And yes, I think "I love you" is overused…

Hmm….

But tell me what you think...

Until then…