Tragic death without a
crime: For the only untouched assassin I know.
You loved him dearly and loved me ere like I’m part of thee. But in the dark of the night, I have poisoned the amenity of our friendship. Curse my enormity.
Little by little, time will calm your sanity. Unbearable it would have been-now, insufferable. Knowing you ignore and not give in to the little niggle of curiosity that teased at the back of your mind. I have gone out of my way to establish myself as being rather… reprehensible.
I linger to tell you. Something I long to uncover if I hadn’t allowed myself to be lulled into thinking we were just friends having a casual conversation. But my desire took over my conscience. The longer it took, the stronger it’s holding me. I fear that the revelation could very well end up jeopardizing not only us, but also what I have with him, in ways I don’t want to consider. The pain will be excruciating to grasp. So curse my desperate desire that conned me to this tragedy.
My assassin, the truth will reveal itself in due time. You will soon find out how impervious I am to your honest eyes. Me and my nefarious schemes that betrayed you. The veracity of it all…the inequitable pain that had brought you to this barren wasteland. Things you can hardly swallow are bound for you to bear again. All because of me.
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