(PovJade)

Looking at.

It's all I've ever done. I watch and learn. I listen and watch. I play dumb and pretend I'm not listening. I pretend I'm not there. But I am always there, always watching, always listening, always learning.

She changed everything. She changed the way I see the world, she changed the way I see people, she changed the way I see myself. She changed the way I look. She changed the things I see.

She changed me.


Blood, she is everywhere. The walls, the ceiling, the windows…me. I invite. My hands and clothes are covered in hot, red, sticky blood, there are blood splatters on my shoes, and I'm pretty sure the moisture on my face isn't sweat. I flex my fingers, feeling the sticky heat of life on my palm.

I look around me and see the cause of the current state of my clothes. He watched as they lay there, motionless, like a family, huddled together, hands clasped.

He watched them for a couple of minutes before walking out the door. Leaving them where I put them.

Together.

And in peace at last.