one last breath.

There she laid, so pale and barely breathing. Death didn’t look as badly as she did now. Though she was facing it, and it was happening quite fast. She had struggled long and hard to stop it from happening, to stop him from breaking her to pieces, but it didn’t work, nothing worked. In the end he got what he wanted and she got death. He got to enjoy every single minute of it, of her dying ion front of his eyes.

He enjoyed what he did to her and she knew it. She had saw the enjoyment in his eyes as he stood in front of her, staring at her. He didn’t seem to care that he killed her, that he ripped her heart out and caused her so much pain, and he didn’t. He laughed as she fell to the floor and just crumpled down on the ground. All he did was laugh and walk away, not giving a damn. Though it wasn’t like he gave a damn to start off with.

Now she was still laying in the exact same spot, her face stained with tears. She was dead, gone from the world because of him. She loved him, and everyone knows you can’t live without love.