I can see it's evening already, he's gonna be back soon.
I waited patiently for him to return. i mean, that's what i am supposed to do right?
after ten minutes or so i could hear the creak of front door opening.
he's back.
I can hear the footsteps coming closer and closer to where i was sitting.
in the basement.
the door of the basement opened and i looked at him.
he was smiling ear to ear.
a little too much.
I gave him a smile of my own. a genuine one.
"did you missed me, my angel?"
his angel.
yeah i am his angel.
a broken one whose wings have been torn apart.
"I did. i missed you a lot actually."
it's true.
I missed him so much, because he's the only person i've been seeing for who knows how many years.
so having him by my side is the only thing that's keeping me sane in this darkness. even though he's the cause of this darkness.
he looked at me and muttered in a low voice, "so pretty".
oh am i pretty?
maybe.
i wouldn't know cause i haven't seen myself in a mirror for- again i don't know how many years.
he slowly took my bruised hands in his making the iron chains dangle.
"let me hug you yeah?"
and he did.
the wounds on my back were stinging by his pressure.
it hurts.
a little too much.
"you're silent today"
oh am I? i guess. but he don't likes when i talk too much or when i cry. so i'm silent. i learned to follow his wishes.
maybe a little too much.
"you're not your usual self today. what's wrong?"
ah nothing is wrong. infact nothing will be ever wrong after this.
I just smiled at him and kissed him.
I can tell he's surprised. but he quickly kissed me back.
without him noticing I reached his pocket and slowly pulled out the knife he always keeps there.
I broke the kiss and told him for the first and last time,
"love you"
I stabbed the knife right on the place where my heart is supposed to be.
as i was dying, i could see him getting panicked.
there were so many emotions on his face, anger, frustration, betrayal, fear and... maybe regret.
the things i didn't except to see was his tears.
he was crying.
he never cried till now.
as i was losing conciseness, i thought one thing before i died.
he loves me too
maybe a selfish love
maybe a love that isn't normal but,
he loves me a little too much.
