His tears were blood, just like his words. Every breath was pain, just as every thought. There was nothing else. Just the hope of a new day. But a new day didn't come for him.
He died that night. I could write his name and so many details of his life, but I won't. Death came for him. And is coming for me too.
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I bit my tongue and it bled. And the taste of the blood was the sweetest I've ever tried.
"He came and stole your heart" he said, softly. Almost whispering, almost like a lover trying to seduce her.
Spencer was truly a gentleman with the ladies, and always knew the right words for the right moments. This one... "What it is your name?" he whispered again. This one was really beautiful, but he didn't know what attracted him the most. Was it her pale skin? Or the black ink on her eyes? Was it the red on her lips or the red on her body? "You look like a doll, honey." he whispered. "But your boyfriend didn't like dolls, did he?". She was so quiet he almost felt the urge to kiss her on that moment. But he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Why are you talking to her?" asked Karl, "She can't hear you, you know?". Of course he knew. "It's precisely that what makes her so perfect." Spencer thought without putting it into words. Karl continued. "We didn't find the money, but we found her heart.". He paused for a moment, as if to gain strength to complete the sentence. "The bastard..." he pressed his lips together in repulse. "The bastard put her heart in the freezer. It's seems like he might have pulled it out from her chest while she was still alive and then put it there." Karl's voice grew louder. "For what purpose? To eat it at dinner, for god's sake? What the fuck was wrong with the sick bastard?" he screamed. "Fuck!" Spencer wondered about it too. And then, as he glanced her dead body again, he understood what made her so beautiful. "It's everything together, after all." he thought. "Her pale skin and her black inked eyes, the red lipstick and the ruby blood glimmering smoothly around her." And then he said to Karl "I don't know about him, but I believe we can say she was a cold-hearted bitch" and smiled. Their paths crossed on a rainy day. She was soaked to the bones and he had an umbrella. She was waiting for a bus and he was in a hurry, until he saw her. He stopped and said to her "Here, please have this, ma'am.". She looked incredulously to him and murmured "Why?", taking the umbrella with her hand. "Because.", he answered. "Now you won't be the only one soaked". And he walked away. They never met again.
Their paths crossed. Once, just once. |
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