The weather was cold, the absence of heat was filling up his body, like he was cold-blooded. "How many times I told you you needed to leave?" he said to himself, over and over again.
His mind was blocked with emptiness, too much to count, just like a black hole full of empty thoughts, leading nowhere. It seemed like he was dead, on the inside, it felt like the old times, it felt like the old him.
He has always been quiet, kept everything to himself. A "loner speaker", that's what they called him. But, inside, he was a happy person, in spite of being mysterious all the time. But, with time, he started being less quiet, less of a loner. He started to experience the world, and with that came a pleasant surprise. I think it's called love, at least that's what they call it. But, to him, it had a different name... it was called Violet. Yes, like the flower and that deep, dark color.
Time with her stopped, just like everything. The two of them were very deep in love, it was magnificent, just like an old romantic story, one to keep close to your heart. She had his mind, his heart, his body and soul, he belonged to her like no one ever did. Do you know that feeling of butterflies in the stomach? He felt it everytime they saw, touched, kissed, and gave themselves to each other. He could do everything for her. Everything.
One day, they went for a walk, a romantic walk to the woods. Very romantic, don't you think? They thought that too...
The weather was cold, but their bodies were on fire. The touches started to get more physical, less logical. They had nothing but one thing on their minds, they felt animal like, barbarians even. They couldn't think of anything else, that was consuming them. Maybe it was the woods, maybe it was something else. That feeling in the air wasn't normal, and they had never felt that way before...
- "I could eat you alive Violet..." he said, with his heavy breathing, and almost exploding heart beat.
Even though the air was cold, fog everywhere, they were sweating like it was mid-August.
- "What big hands you have... what big eyes you have..." said Violet to him, looking straight in to his eyes, almost piercing his soul.
- "Oh my love... and you know what I can do with them..."
But then, after a while, he stopped cold... he heard a noise behind him. He left, and started to look everywhere, and didn't see anything.
- "She's mine..." said a whispering voice, through the woods.
- "Who's there?! Show yourself!" he said, screaming his lungs out. Then he went to Violet, saying that she needed to leave. But she was more interested in asking questions... she was questioning him.
- "How many times do I have to say this? Let's go Violet!" but that was too late, "the voice" showed up and took Violet away from him. Strange thing he didn't notice...
"How many times I told you you need to leave?" he said again and again, to his inner voice... He was about to loose his mind, he was running out of time. His only thought was "why didn't I know that before? Why didn't I force her to leave? Why?"
The weather was cold, the absence of heat was filling up his body, like he was cold-blooded, and those woods brought back bad memories, and made him hate himself for what he had become, even more...
He could walk those same roads, same shortcuts, same paths, those same woods for hours and hours, with his same empty thoughts. He had become the old him again.
He'd never forget that day. The day he killed Violet Black.
His mind was blocked with emptiness, too much to count, just like a black hole full of empty thoughts, leading nowhere. It seemed like he was dead, on the inside, it felt like the old times, it felt like the old him.
He has always been quiet, kept everything to himself. A "loner speaker", that's what they called him. But, inside, he was a happy person, in spite of being mysterious all the time. But, with time, he started being less quiet, less of a loner. He started to experience the world, and with that came a pleasant surprise. I think it's called love, at least that's what they call it. But, to him, it had a different name... it was called Violet. Yes, like the flower and that deep, dark color.
Time with her stopped, just like everything. The two of them were very deep in love, it was magnificent, just like an old romantic story, one to keep close to your heart. She had his mind, his heart, his body and soul, he belonged to her like no one ever did. Do you know that feeling of butterflies in the stomach? He felt it everytime they saw, touched, kissed, and gave themselves to each other. He could do everything for her. Everything.
One day, they went for a walk, a romantic walk to the woods. Very romantic, don't you think? They thought that too...
The weather was cold, but their bodies were on fire. The touches started to get more physical, less logical. They had nothing but one thing on their minds, they felt animal like, barbarians even. They couldn't think of anything else, that was consuming them. Maybe it was the woods, maybe it was something else. That feeling in the air wasn't normal, and they had never felt that way before...
- "I could eat you alive Violet..." he said, with his heavy breathing, and almost exploding heart beat.
Even though the air was cold, fog everywhere, they were sweating like it was mid-August.
- "What big hands you have... what big eyes you have..." said Violet to him, looking straight in to his eyes, almost piercing his soul.
- "Oh my love... and you know what I can do with them..."
But then, after a while, he stopped cold... he heard a noise behind him. He left, and started to look everywhere, and didn't see anything.
- "She's mine..." said a whispering voice, through the woods.
- "Who's there?! Show yourself!" he said, screaming his lungs out. Then he went to Violet, saying that she needed to leave. But she was more interested in asking questions... she was questioning him.
- "How many times do I have to say this? Let's go Violet!" but that was too late, "the voice" showed up and took Violet away from him. Strange thing he didn't notice...
"How many times I told you you need to leave?" he said again and again, to his inner voice... He was about to loose his mind, he was running out of time. His only thought was "why didn't I know that before? Why didn't I force her to leave? Why?"
The weather was cold, the absence of heat was filling up his body, like he was cold-blooded, and those woods brought back bad memories, and made him hate himself for what he had become, even more...
He could walk those same roads, same shortcuts, same paths, those same woods for hours and hours, with his same empty thoughts. He had become the old him again.
He'd never forget that day. The day he killed Violet Black.