Silent Lovers Ch. 10

They say misunderstanding can lead to the most disastrous things.

"Camille, I think you've clearly misunderstood..."

Take my darling Camille, for example, she has completely misunderstood the situation and what she could be benefitting from this.

Not dying is quite the benefit, if I do say so myself.

"What exactly have I misunderstood, Herobrine? Because what I'm thinking right now is that you think you're such a philosophical, mysterious, goddamn savior!"
My suspicions have been cleared, she has truly missed the point. Though I do think I am very philosophical compared to most.

"Camille, calm down and sit," she exhaled loudly and sat back down, "If you truly want to know my reason behind all of this, it might just appall you."


"Just try me, you idiot."

Not like murdering people in cold blood- realistically speaking, they were murdered in very, very hot blood- couldn't have "appalled" me any more than what he is about to say.

"You see, Camille, I did it out of my own irrational, jealous-filled rage. It wasn't my intention to kill the townsfolk, they were just a liability and happened to get in the way. You could even say that I did do a bit of an overkill, though." Herobrine continued to ramble on, coming up with more thoughts to add on to his own stupid rant.

Though, the more I think of his excuse the more confused I am. So he did this because he was jealous? Of what, it couldn't be Jacob...
Oh god...

"So what you're trying to tell me is that you originally planned to kill Jacob- otherwise you wouldn't specifically put his body on my doorstep- ended up killing the everyone in town as well, all because you were jealous? Because I was hanging out with Jacob and you didn't like that?" I didn't include my questions of how he was able to watch over me like that, but different questions could be answered at a later time.

"Why yes, thank you for summarizing it up for me." He said with a smile.

Well isn't he a fucking charmer? I thought bitterly.

Deep breath in, deep breath out.


Rationalizing everything now, I truly believe that I have romantic feelings for Camille that didn't involve me wanting to turn her into a monster or using her as a plaything.

How odd of me, how odd indeed...

"Since you've oh so cleverly managed to figure out my feelings, how do you intend to deal with it?" I asked. I wanted to know how she would react.

"How I intend to deal with it? Are you saying that I should be with a disguting murderer like you?" The icy passion flares in her eyes yet again.

"No, after all you've been telling me I don't think you deserve to be loved back, you monster."

Ah, that word again. How many times has it come out of her pink lips? If it were any other I would have killed them right where they stand. Why can't Camille just try to understand.

"What's wrong?" Her voice almost sounded sympathetic. "You finally thinking over what you've done? It's not like you could take back everything that has happened." Almost.

That's when I snapped.


Wow, re-reading my previous chapters, when has any of them ended without a cliffhanger?

Oh well, I always want you guys coming back for more ;)

BTW: This was one hella short chapter, hopefully posting two chapters in one night makes up for it? I don't know...