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I came home from my usual Valentine's Day ritual; go shopping for new lingerie, come home, dress up for the boyfriend, and spend the day in bed. I was fairly prepared for the warm greeting that awaited me when I came home, but instead I was welcomed with a swift kick in the a**.
"I'm leaving, Sarah," Was all he said, as he packed up his bags, placing all his clothes into the remaining dufffel. I wanted to plead, to act depressed, to cry and latch on to his leg and tell him no, you're not leaving. But none of that came to me. I was angry as I watched him change, watched the smile on his face contort into a satisfied grin.
No.
He wouldn't leave.
He. Would. Not. Leave.
"Can I ask why you're leaving me? On Valentine's Day, especially," I said, examining my nails, my posture exuding nonchalance. He looked up, smiling.
"I've met someone new, love. I'm in love with her."
"Well, will you tell me about her at least?" I asked, faking a smile. He smiled back whole-heartedly.
"Her name is Joli. She's bright, beautiful, and supports me in everything I do. She completes me," He said, ranting and raving about the new girl. I pretended to listen.
"Hey, I've got something to give you before you leave," I said, letting my sentence trail off into mid-air. He looked at me, unsure of what to do. "I just want to show you. No strings attached."
"Okay. No strings?"
"No strings," I complied, picking up my Victoria's Secret bag and carrying it into the bathroom with me. I had to do something. I changed into the tiny pieces of lingerie, then went off in search of the knife that I kept in the bathroom, in case anything ever happened. After successfully finding it, I placed it in the back of my shorts, making sure it would appear unseen until I was ready to use it.
Crazy? Maybe I was.
I just didn't want to be alone.
"Baby?" I called, opening the door. He turned, and his face went from pleased to utterly shell-shocked. I smirked at his reaction. "Like it?"
"I-I love it," He stuttered quietly, coming up and grabbing me, and bringing his lips to mine in a passionate kiss. I walked him into the bathroom slowly, so there wouldn't be any evidence left behind on my pristine carpets.
"One more thing, baby," I uttered, breathless. He pulled away from me, his hands lacing themselves around my waste.
"What is it?"
"I love you," I hissed, plunging the knife into his chest.
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Title:
Victim #1
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Artist:
unlovedtreehugger
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Description:
a short start in a series. i wrote these based on pink's "Please Don't Leave Me"
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Date:
11/27/2009
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Tags:
victimlovegameskilling
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