Dead Love
There are things you should not live, I know. And I feel you have to experience this, but it is what you get.
I know that as you stood in the doorway you could feel your ideals, your dreams, explore your body, being carried away by the icy water that fell on you, to the ground.
Quiet, still not quite understand what was in front of you. Then when you finally see again the ability to speak, locked in your room, you will laugh without grace and understand the poetry of the facts, see the ephemeral art in the situacióny your reaction. I know.
Perhaps because the first impression, perhaps it was because you had never expected such a scenario in a room with your mother, it is because no one should see things like that less when they involve loved ones. More so when is your only family. But you have to make the attempt to accept it.
had just returned from a party at the house of your best friend. Your mother had been on leave to look for an hour already, but after having waited forty minutes, decided to walk back with your boyfriend who left you in the door of his home after a great kiss. Transpiration of dancing, with a little alcohol in the blood, something messy hair and no lipstick, went through the house looking for some sign of life. More left to say that you did not find no.
the end found his body in bed. Naked with a man under the same conditions at his side, pulled the wrong way. She lay on his back with legs bent and open, somewhat clenched hands resting on the sheets that were once beige, and arms off so clearly had tried to join.
Her face was white back then, as the most magnificent ivory. The reddish color that characterized his cheeks had escaped while the lives of their eyes, which were now open with horror, looking at nothing. Or not. A glow on his face betrayed the previous physical activity. But that was not all.
you know? Maybe you should not remember these details, but you do. Maybe it's not fair that I do turn to you, but if you do not stop, I will not either. Will the human morbidity what drives you, that was always well marked on you, or perhaps the need to verify if all you saw was real, if in fact the whole damn pain that was embedded as a stake cold on your chest was a rationale, if everything that comprised the demon box was just a nightmare and if at any time awake. Want to check it and share it, so I want to help you with this letter, do not hate me for it.
After your lover has fallen like a dead weight on it, as a result of muted shot in his head, and the graceless thief prodding the body to one side, the first thing he was stabbed in the stomach, before she even realized that teníaa partner inside you, hard and hot. Gimiese After a while, spit some blood and treated to avoid the pain with movements in vain, his eyes opened widely, full of questions (what happens and how does it happen? " why? And, my favorite who does?) and focused on the son of a bitch, that is removed the dagger from his heart and return to embed in your belly Now, opening a channel with a crimson fluid and powerful movement. Oh, please, remember that everything has a reason, only expected.
He stopped to appreciate a second his work, enough for her to accept his fate and let themselves be misled by the unconscious, as a result of heavy blood loss. More forcefully took the gun and buried it in his heart, ending his wicked pounding. Even so and after having carried out such acts, dementia was born from the deepest recesses of his mind and flew into the threads of his plan. With the help of the edge and their own strength, he pulled the vessel out as always love that body regarded by the Egyptians as the source of the soul. I wanted it for himself, he deserved it, you have to know. He won because he had fought more than anyone to get it. You should be aware of this, he was destined to be his only love in the world, only that she failed to understand in time.
He took in her hands painted blood and admired for some time that he made it eternal, but surely they were minutes. More Yet, despite having in their hands, I could not feel his love, impatient, kissed a few times, trying to find and enjoy that feeling always denied. Yet nothing in her body vibrated, nothing I had read on the subject had presence.
The disappointment over him was so great that he could not contain it and cried like a baby. You should try to understand, was something I needed and not even having it so received. In desperation, he believed in innocence and stupidity (although, in fact, in my humble opinion are synonyms) they really love was not in the heart, but she might be elsewhere. And he never knew of anyone who has done what he meant that no account had fallen into that detail. So, again brandishing the knife, decided to find the pasióny affection it deserves. In this way, ran through his body with cuts scarlet, plunged his hands into the wounds and felt between warm guts, concentrating on the sensations they perceive their toes, looking for what they most wanted.
still crying when passing and more anxious and anger, began to remove the body without care, which little by little lost all trace of heat. Starting with anger, finally get a few, after touching them with atencióny, discovering that he felt nothing, whizzed through the room. Thus, splashed sand-colored walls with the elixir, creating a painting full of panic and helplessness. The crimson carpet and was affected by these details, but if you look closely you'll find traces of tissue or blood, or both. Although certainly fell into account that when you approached the body, not believing what your eyes see, to confirm, with some nonsense, if indeed it was dead.
hereby goes without saying that it was. I hope you've washed your hands and face after that, the dried blood is a nuisance. I know. And you've changed clothes, too, that blue shirt is so cute with spots.
Now it is time to reveal some things: your mother was pregnant, a few months. The father who killed her and was very sorry. He felt very bad when he learned that she was with another man at the same time that he (the man was not interested, really, a shame that perished in a situation, é , l was not to blame). He had tried repeatedly to speak with her, but was elusive, you ought to know. Although the intentions of your mother was performing an abortion, he believed that this child was the sign of the love he felt for her, made flesh. That within his small little body was the source of his love, pure and powerful in his own heart. And your mother would not accept such displays of affection in it seemed very heartless and so was his reaction. Cause and consequence, as you say.
The point is that I want to apologize. Are more Beautiful she and I know that most intelligent I also know that your mother loved you very much and wish your life was better than hers. Maybe now, after all, you get a chance to be. Do not thank me, but I did it for spite, I now understand more solemn the consequences of my actions and how favorable they are to you.
not feel never alone, right? Your brother and I always look after you, remember that we are for you. Although he has died for love and that I never could feel it. ----
NAPES. I come with this three days ago, I noticed on my notebook and on the keyboard. And I think that would continue to do it not for the help of Wiki ; did not feel comfortable because I was not sure if I could feel that queríay she helped me realize that yes ; he did. Thanks back, Zorrae.
Okay, I'll see if I can continue my table functions. Ro
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