It then accord to her that no matter what she did. No matter how hard she tried to get him back. His blood was still going to be on her hands. There was no way of getting back something that had lost some much life. It hurt to look out that window and see that car. That car that carried him.
It seemed all but a dream. A dream she couldn’t get out of. But then again it wasn’t. It was never going to be a dream. She would never wake from this nightmare she had created.
Their cinta had wilted then died. She could have tried to save it. But it was no use. He had found someone else to love, and she didn’t like it. There is no point in watering a plant that is already dead. So she didn’t.
It all came on so fast. She sat in the chair waiting for him to return halaman awal after work. A gun held in her right hand. Proved to be the tool of choice for what she planned,
He walked in.
A shot fired.
He fell to the ground.
She dropped the gun.
He was dead.
Her mission complete.
She walked to him slowly. She looked over his body as a child looks at candy.
“If I can’t have anda no one can.” She berkata to the dead man.
She dragged his body to the car. Threw him into the trunk, and closed it. After cleaning up the mess she made and putting the gun back into it’s case. She sat in the chair oleh the window, that looked out onto the drive, at the car. That car that carried him. The one that no longer hurt to look at, because she knew no one else could have him.
It seemed all but a dream. A dream she couldn’t get out of. But then again it wasn’t. It was never going to be a dream. She would never wake from this nightmare she had created.
Their cinta had wilted then died. She could have tried to save it. But it was no use. He had found someone else to love, and she didn’t like it. There is no point in watering a plant that is already dead. So she didn’t.
It all came on so fast. She sat in the chair waiting for him to return halaman awal after work. A gun held in her right hand. Proved to be the tool of choice for what she planned,
He walked in.
A shot fired.
He fell to the ground.
She dropped the gun.
He was dead.
Her mission complete.
She walked to him slowly. She looked over his body as a child looks at candy.
“If I can’t have anda no one can.” She berkata to the dead man.
She dragged his body to the car. Threw him into the trunk, and closed it. After cleaning up the mess she made and putting the gun back into it’s case. She sat in the chair oleh the window, that looked out onto the drive, at the car. That car that carried him. The one that no longer hurt to look at, because she knew no one else could have him.