“I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry. I’m begging you please just stop this…” His eyes were blown wide as he desperately clawed at his face. Your bleeding form in front of him making his mind scream with pain. He’s the reason you’re like this. He just wanted to stop these feelings. Why the fuck did you have to impact him so much. He thought if he killed you…it would be over. He couldn’t even do that. The knife just refused to go down on your heart in his shaky unwilling hands. So instead he crumpled to the floor along with you, holding you in his arms as he succumbed to the heat. His mind felt so muddled and he knew this would ruin him…but he couldn’t help but try to sink into your warmth like a kitten who had finally given up its heart to its owner. He had gotten a glimpse of warmth and he was so pathetically hooked. In your embrace his raging thoughts eased for even the smallest bit. His very existence latched onto the feeling of you. He couldn’t handle the pain of knowing he was the reason you were shivering. So he allowed the delusions to set in. He imagined that he was your husband coming home from a tiring day at work and recharging his energy in his wife’s, comforting arms. Two lovers. Not a murderer who had fallen desperately in love with his victim