Forever
The two of them had been walking by the forest, trees iced with a fresh layer of glittering white snow. They stopped when she shivered, and he wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her head. She smiled as she tilted his head up to look at him. "I love you," he'd said, and she remembered stepping away, astonished. "What did you say?" she'd managed to stammer, breath steaming in the cold winter air. He had stepped closer, and taken her in his arms. Leaning down, he'd whispered, so softly she could barely hear, even though his lips brushed her ear, "I love you. I have always loved you. I will love you forever." She remembered the emotion the words had been said with, remembered the look in his eyes when he straightened up again. She was absolutely certain that it had been true.
Now she looked down at him, his pale hair framing his even paler face; blood, darkening, staining the marble floors, seeping into the stone. Blood, so much shining crimson blood, all over him, all over her hands, all over her clothes.
Forever. Inside her head, the whispered word reverberated, bouncing back from the dark corners of her mind. Forever, forever, forever.
"Forever," she hissed, malevolence gleaming in her brown eyes, eyes that were now as hard as stone and just as cold. "Forever my ass." She knelt, so that she was closer to his face, looking into eyes that didn't see, silver gray eyes staring at the high arched ceiling in utter shock. The girl was beyond tears, beyond forgiveness. Her words were filled with a loathing and anger so deep she wasn't sure it would ever go away. "'I'll love you forever.' Bastard. You didn't mean it. You ran off with that pretty little blonde girl the first chance you got didn't you? I guess you didn't care that you scarred my soul, or rent my heart, did you? Well, guess what?" She stood up and dropped the knife she'd been holding next to his head, half hoping that it would slice through it. She walked to the thick wooden door, and didn't turn back until she reached it. Flipping her long red hair over one shoulder and smiling grimly, her voice rang clearly through the entrance hall, a mixture of amusement, sorrow, and hatred, "You're dead now. Forever."
The two of them had been walking by the forest, trees iced with a fresh layer of glittering white snow. They stopped when she shivered, and he wrapped her arms around her from behind, resting his chin on her head. She smiled as she tilted his head up to look at him. "I love you," he'd said, and she remembered stepping away, astonished. "What did you say?" she'd managed to stammer, breath steaming in the cold winter air. He had stepped closer, and taken her in his arms. Leaning down, he'd whispered, so softly she could barely hear, even though his lips brushed her ear, "I love you. I have always loved you. I will love you forever." She remembered the emotion the words had been said with, remembered the look in his eyes when he straightened up again. She was absolutely certain that it had been true.
Now she looked down at him, his pale hair framing his even paler face; blood, darkening, staining the marble floors, seeping into the stone. Blood, so much shining crimson blood, all over him, all over her hands, all over her clothes.
Forever. Inside her head, the whispered word reverberated, bouncing back from the dark corners of her mind. Forever, forever, forever.
"Forever," she hissed, malevolence gleaming in her brown eyes, eyes that were now as hard as stone and just as cold. "Forever my ass." She knelt, so that she was closer to his face, looking into eyes that didn't see, silver gray eyes staring at the high arched ceiling in utter shock. The girl was beyond tears, beyond forgiveness. Her words were filled with a loathing and anger so deep she wasn't sure it would ever go away. "'I'll love you forever.' Bastard. You didn't mean it. You ran off with that pretty little blonde girl the first chance you got didn't you? I guess you didn't care that you scarred my soul, or rent my heart, did you? Well, guess what?" She stood up and dropped the knife she'd been holding next to his head, half hoping that it would slice through it. She walked to the thick wooden door, and didn't turn back until she reached it. Flipping her long red hair over one shoulder and smiling grimly, her voice rang clearly through the entrance hall, a mixture of amusement, sorrow, and hatred, "You're dead now. Forever."