Author's Note: This is the second one shot. It is kind of sad but I hope you like it anyways.

Disclaimer: I do not own 'For The One I Love'.

Love: A Collection of Short Stories
Winter.

It was another cold winter's night inside the small car. Everything was calm and quiet. There was no conversation, the only sound you could here was that of their breathing. Their breaths were slow, deep, and steady. They lay cuddled together to try and make sure that they were as warm as possible. There was only one blanket to share between the two but neither minded. It had been this way for years now. It had been this way since she had had the four small bundles that were asleep in the backseat. They had lived like this. Driving around and trying to find a place to sleep for the night. He worked two jobs but it wasn't enough to get a home. He made barely enough money for the six of them to eat. Their meals consisted of poptarts for breakfast and on the week days they ate from trashcans, while on the weekends they skipped lunch. Dinner usually was from a nearby fast food restaurant or something out of the store. Of course what was really taking up their money was the necessities. Clothing was very expensive. Even shopping at the thrift store was starting to cost. When they required visits to the doctor they had to pay full and up front due to the lack of insurance. The fact that they were alive was costing them. The only reason that they were in this situation was because of feelings. These feelings that didn't exists anymore. At least one of them didn't feel that way anymore. He didn't feel that way. It was all her fault. She was the one who had convinced him of everything. She was the one that told him that it would be okay. She was the one who screamed and yelled at him when they could afford anything. All because she knew too much. All because she knew about what had happened before this. All because she knew about his undying drug habit. He had decided that what she knew was going to die from her knowledge. After she was gone everything would be fine. He could handle the four problems in the backseat but not the one next to him. He would simply go home and everything would return to normal. He would be accepted back into his old life. The life where everything wasn't carefree, but it was close to it. The life that was good. The life where he wasn't some kid working for below minimum wage. It would all be over soon enough. Tonight was when he was going to take his plan into action. He opened his eyes slightly. He looked at her sleeping form. Her hair and bangs obscured her facial features. One of the very things that made her so beautiful. Her soft cheeks. Her pink full lips. Her long thin eyelashes. Thinking so fondly of the features made a small smile appear on his face. He lifted his hand and touched her chin. He took her chin in his hand and pulled her face closer. He kissed her lips delicately. She stirred and woke up. She moved closer to him and snuggled against him. She opened her mouth and let his tongue in. Their kiss became more passionate and he pinned her against the seat. He ran his hands up her shirt. He had a sudden thought. Breaking their kiss he moved away and faced away from her. He couldn't look at her knowing what he was about to do. She wrapped her arms around him pulling them closer together. "I love you." Her voice was soft and sweet. She sounded as sincere as she had the first time.

He sighed inwardly. "I love you, too." His voice was cold. There was no emotion in it. There was no meaning behind the four words that he had just said. They were as empty as he was. Nothing else was said. She yawned and loosened her grip on him. She fell asleep back against him. Her head against his back. He shook his head. She was so stupid. She didn't see any of it. She didn't see his hate for her. The pure hatred for her that had replaced the love he had once carried. He would have to kill her inside the car. He didn't want to risk that someone would happen to hear her if she screamed. He would rather they find her body later. If the police or anyone found out that he had done this he would spend the rest of his life in prison, if he was lucky. On the other hand he could also be put on death row. He would have to take a chance. He removed her hands from around him. She let out a sound of protest but he ignored it. He opened the car door letting in a gust of cold wind. He shivered before closing the door. He walked around to the trunk of the car. That was where he kept the knife. He searched around through their clothes for it. The dim light that was inside the trunk wasn't helping at all. He finally found it inside a book bag that he had. He held the knife tightly by the handle in his hand. He didn't know what to do with it. He grabbed his jacket from a pile of clothes and wrapped the knife up. He slammed the trunk closed. He opened the door to the car and found that she had turned back around. He watched as she curled up tightly into a ball. She was cold. He got back in the car with an expressionless look on his face.

"Where did you go?" She was still facing in the other direction. She waited for him to answer but he didn't. She turned around. She looked at him. His eyes not meeting hers. He didn't want to look at her. It wasn't right to look into the eyes of someone you were about to kill. It was often said that their eyes would haunt in your sleep for the rest of your natural life. She shifted a bit. She looked down and saw that he had his jacket. "If you were cold I would have just let you have the blanket to yourse—"

"Could you please just shut the fuck up for once…?" His words were like ice.

She moved back against the door that was directly behind her. "What? You were fine a minute ago. Is something wrong?"

"There has always been something wrong with me. You stupid whore. I have always had a fucking problem. And that goddamn problem was you. You were the one who got us into this fucking screwed up place that we're at now!" They were nose to nose. His hand was tightly wrapped around the blade of the knife. He felt it cutting his palm. Blood getting on the blade and his jacket. He heard whimpering coming from the back. They were waking up. It didn't matter though. It wasn't like they could do anything to stop him. After all they were just small children. The only thing that they could do was cry and whine. "I'm going to fix my problem." He whispered quietly into her ear. She shivered as she felt his warm breath against her skin. He pulled the knife roughly from the jacket. His hand stung as the blade ran against his skin and sliced it. He couldn't feel the pain though. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her in towards him. Her body was ridged. She couldn't move or make a sound. The way he had put it he was going to kill her.

He bought the knife up so she could see it. She gasped and started crying. He put the knife against her throat. "D-don't…p-p-please…please don't do this…what…whatever I did t-to make you angry…I'm…I'm s-so—"

"Die bitch." He stabbed her in the stomach; blood was immediately spilling from her mouth. The bright red liquid was running down her chin and onto her clothes. She bought her hand up to her mouth as if to stop the blood from coming out. She made gurgling noises. He looked at her with a smile threatening to come. He broke out laughing. Blood was everywhere. It was all over both of them. Her hands were covered in blood as she had attempted to stop the blood from coming out of her stomach and mouth. Still laughing he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back. He rested the knife on her throat. Without warning he slashed her neck. More blood. They were both now completely covered in blood. He stopped laughing when he noticed that the gurgling noises that she was making had ceased. He looked down at her now limp body. Her eyes were wide open. She was looking at him. She was looking at him with an empty lifeless stare.

Dropping the knife he bought his hands up to his face. Crying. He turned to look at the small children in the back. They were all huddled up against each other. They drew back and started crying louder when they noticed him looking at them. He turned away from them. He stuck a hand out and reached for her. He touched her lightly. Blood was still coming out of her mouth and had started coming out of her nose. He broke down. He grabbed her dead body and hugged it. Crying her hugged and kissed the empty shell. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry." But she didn't answer back. She would never answer back. She would never tell him that it was okay. That she knew he hadn't meant to hurt her. He laid her body down and climbed into the front seat. He had to do something with her body. There was no possible way that he would be able to explain to anyone if they saw the body. He patted his pockets looking for the keys. He found them in his back pockets and fumbled as he but the key into the ignition. Turning over the car he back out and drove down the road like a maniac. It was in the middle of the night so there was hardly anyone on the road. The crying was still going on in the back. He ignored it though. He was trying to think of what to do with her. He didn't have a shovel or anything so he couldn't bury her. He knew that there were matches in the glove compartment. There was also a gas can in the trunk. He didn't know whether or not there was anything in it. He kept on driving until he saw a wooded area. He pulled over and parked. He made sure that the car was hidden and no one would see him.

He opened the door and her body nearly fell out. He grunted as he picked her up and sat her by a tree. He got the matches and gas tank. He shook the tank and heard a swishing sound. There was a little something in the can. He had no choice but to use what he had. Stuffing the matches into his pocket and holding the gas can in another; he picked her up and threw her body over his shoulder. He walked as far as he could before he became tired. He laid her down. After he unscrewed the gas can he poured every drop of gas on her body. He struck several matches and dropped them every few inches on her. He watched as she slowly caught fire. He collapsed on the ground and watched her burn….

It had taken hours for her to complete burn up. He had drifted in and out of sleep the entire time. Every time he dared to dream he saw her. He saw her eyes looking at him as she lied there, dead. When he was sure the only thing left of her would be ashes he put the fire out by dumping dirt on it. He didn't know whether he should collect the ashes or not. He thought it would be easy if he just left them there and let the ashes scatter off into the wind. But some part of him wanted to keep her. That was what made him go back to car and find and empty bottle. He scooped up as much of the ashes as he could find and put them into the bottle. Sighing he screwed the lid back on to the bottle. He was a real monster. He was barely even fazed by the fact that he had killed the one person that he supposedly 'loved'. He had to get away from here. He mostly didn't believe that he had killed her. Maybe everything would seem more real if he said it aloud. He tried. "I killed someone." It still sounded unreal. He turned around and headed back to the car. When he got in he realized that they were still there. That they were still bundled up in the back seat. He smirked. He shook his head and started up the car.

He had to start over. He would have to forget. They would have to forget, too. "I killed someone." He repeated over to himself. It sounded the same way as it had before. His voice was to flat and cold. "He killed the only on he ever loved." There. That sounded real. It sounded real when he talked about himself in third person. It made him feel as if someone else committed the murder instead. Maybe it was better that way. Maybe it was better until he was ready to face it. Of course he wondered one thing. Why hadn't she screamed instead of trying to talk him out of killing her?

'She loved you.'

Something inside of him answered. It still didn't make sense.

'She thought that was something more inside of you.'

He stared at the road before him. So what if she thought anything.

'She thought your love for her would stop you.'

But he didn't love her. He used to. If he felt anything for her it was most likely lust.

That is the end. It is really different from the first one shot. This was originally going to be the beginning of my beyblades fiction but I decided that it was too short. It kind of reminds of the end of the second Dolls manga. If you liked if reveiw...if you didn't review and tell me what I should change or do.

xoxoxo,

tRash-giRl