"But with this sense came the pang of guilt, as if I-as if I loved her."
"No where left to run is there Sweetie?" I carefully pulled the dagger from its case on my belt and spun it, making the blade shimmer in the moonlight. "Any last words?" She looked terrified, motionless with fear. Something similar to guilt twisted my stomach, but I ignored it. This was important. "That's what I thought," With that I plunged the dagger into her gut quickly removing it. She cringed and doubled over. Right as I stabbed her through her heart to make sure she died she mumbled.
"I love you, Boq." It was a forced sound, for she was dying. I knew I had heard correctly. All I wanted to do hold her and tell her everything would be okay, that I wouldn't let anything hurt her. Her body had already gone limp and the whole group cheered as I replaced the dagger to my belt.
"I'll get rid of her body. Go to your homes, it's late." I told them and they all left. Left me to mourn the girl I had once loved. No, the girl I still loved. I held her lifeless body in my arms and cried, cursing myself for being so foolish. Her once vivid, purple eyes were a clouded, dull lavender. Her skin had become cold and grey, the light pink gone from her cheeks. Her long, brown hair was already becoming coarse. My tears flowed more heavily as I remembered just how in love we had been. I pulled the dagger, once again from its case.
"I love you too Clarissa," and I plunged the dagger into my own heart.