You didn’t mean to do it, really. But you panicked and hit her with a flower jar.

You’d never harm her —you did for a your own good.

But you we’re stupid and left the box under your bed. You must’ve been drunk and went through her stuff. You passed days sneaking into her house, grabbing her underwear, her used lipstick, her bracelet.

Went you were about to made it, to have sex with her; after a dinner that went extremely well. Her fucking ring fell off her hand. It must’ve been the mutual touching and friction.

But… you’re starting to thing otherwise.

Because, she went straight to the box. She just bended down and boom. She stayed silent for some seconds, she pulled out the opened box slowly and my body froze.

I looked at my sides and the first weapon I saw was the vase, that shattered in pieces.

“Look, that wasn’t the way the things were supposed to happen yesterday.” I started as I observed the bandage on her head. Oops

You played with my hands, nervously. “But I can’t risk it all now” Your face made a slow shy smile.

Love appeared to be unbothered by all