it was strange how people who seem to even say something mean to you disappear, even breathing or looking at you the wrong way, just disappear.. just like that.

you were too sweet for the world, too perfect for a shithole he calls the earth, so he swore on his life he'd protect you, kill for you if he had to,, but he never said that to you out loud no.. he must protect your purity.

the white bathroom sink, washed stained blood from his calloused hands, the water running from the sink, the bracelets and ring you gave him by the side of the sink, careful to keep them perfectly clean and unharmed, like he would do for you. saying he was painting with red pain, opening tomato cans, breaking open pomegranate, stains on his white polo shirt. he's casual, he knows what to say, he has done this before, millions of times, just for you.