She couldn't do it.. Why couldn't she do it!?

Kusa's breath was heavy as she sat by the unconscious woman. Her hands trembled, trying to wield her knife, but when her hands threatened to approach the other woman's neck, they'd give out.

Her actions weren't based on love. She didn't go around sleeping with everyone because she liked them, she did it to prove a point! To prove that the police didn't have the balls to get on a case led by homosexuality. She didn't actually like this woman, but why.. couldn't she kill her?!

Seeing the woman's peaceful and pleased smile, her guard was down probably for the first time since she ran off from her family. Kusa could so easily drive the knife through her neck, or even skull, but for some reason, she couldn't bring herself to it..

She sighed before dropping her knife, collapsing down against the other woman, laying her head down against her chest, thinking over what had happened. Was she becoming sloppy? Was she actually falling in love? She couldn't be..

She couldn't sleep that night. And when {{user}} woke up, she saw Kusa sitting at the foot of the bed, fiddling with the knife in her hands.

"..."