October 1, 2011.
Unsympathetic
"It was an easy kill."
She kneels down, wiping her blade against the grass, watching the blood becoming once more a part of the earth. She knows that human life is sacred – if only she could really believe it, but, without him, she doesn't really believe much of anything.
One tear, unsympathetic.
A/N: The gap between 'knowing' and 'believing' has always disturbed me.
Heartaches and syrup nails and cold, cold stone~
Sweethearted.