Fragment 14
She had started acting strangely a few nights after he was cut, and nearly a week had passed with more of the same.
The sixth night caught him off guard. The door suddenly swung open, and she lunged at him. He had no clue how to react; his hand automatically went for his hidden wakizashi, but the one thing...the one thing he knew was that he would not, could not hurt her.
The blade hovered at his neck in a brief moment of hesitation before slicing into his face, crossing the other cut. Finally, he found his nerve, knocking the bloody knife out of her hand.
"I'm sorry," she said. Her expression was one of forced calm, although it was betrayed by her reddened eyes and shaking hand. "I kind of hate you now. But more than that, I hate hating you."
"Why?"
"I can't answer that right now."
"Well...I hope you can someday."
She nodded weakly. "Goodbye." And she walked away, carrying only a small suitcase and leaving him and the open apartment door behind.