Blood Red Roses
A/N: So, I know it's kind of short. But it gets the job done. Don't forget to review and thanks a lot for dropping by :)
Of all mistakes in life I could have possibly done, following him into the woods that day was the worse. Step by step I took, never taking my eyes off his back. I knew he had strayed but I did not want to believe it. It was cold and heartless from his part. It was stupid from my part to silently forgive him for all the wrongs he had done.
I was carrying the bouquet of white roses he had just brought home. "Happy anniversary," he had said. Then we had a dinner. We made love. He was gone.
I tried to tell myself for the fiftieth time that he was not going to see her, whoever she was, but before I knew it my feet were guiding me. They were following him out of the house. I saw the bouquet and grabbed it. I saw the knife and pocketed it. I had not been planning on murder but what I saw begged me to do so.
"Are you there?" asked a male voice before we reached the clearing. I stopped dead in my tracks. I already knew.
It was not just jealousy that had dragged me all the way, it was fate. I was supposed to kill my husband and his lover. I was supposed to weep at their feet. I was supposed to feel sorry for myself.
It was a time for forgiveness. For approval of the man that was my husband, and who did not want to be it anymore. It was a time to laugh at my misfortune. To scoff at his attempt for a celebration.
Maybe my blinding rage drove the knife through his brand new designer shirt and into his heart. Maybe it was deceitfulness that slit the other guys' neck so tastefully and satisfyingly. Maybe I had completely lost my mind.
Nevertheless, it had been our five year anniversary. Five wonderful years, I still have no regrets about. Five beautiful years which were to be the last I remembered because once I poured out all my emotions it would have been my time to go too.
Fate had designed a different plan. I was to smear their blood all over the perfectly white roses. Take them back to the house. Put them in a vase. And live happily ever after. Happy five year anniversary.