AMOR

She jumped when she felt the cold blade touch her neck. She hadn't even heard him come up. She tensely, trying to get away from the sharp blade. But one hand on her chin, pulling her head back and to the side, made her almost panic. What had caused this change in him? he always had been so calm, so gentle, with her. why had he changed? Why was he so violent?

She froze when she felt the flat of the blade pushing into her neck hard enough to leave a mark. He leaned his head down, and kissed her roughly. There was nothing sweet, nothing passionate about it. Rather, he bit down on her upper lip, drawing the first drips of blood from her. she whimpered slightly from the pain.

She heard him mumble something about her being a "Filthy, traitorous bitch" What did she do? She loved him. she had loved him for as long as she could remember. She had loved him completely right up until this moment. She would never even think of straying from him, having more than a fling with anyone, and she tried to tell him as much. He crushed his lips against hers again.

This time, mid kiss, he turned the blade so that the edge was pressing into her neck. He pulled the air out of her lungs as he drew the blade across her throat. She looked up at him, staring into his eyes. Her eyes, which had flashed with love a moment before, flashed with panic, desperation, and fear. As she slid down the sink, she croaked out one last thing "Why?" she questioned him. "I loved you."