love kills

"if i turn you to police, you have a 97% chance of getting a death sentence. " he said sympathetically stepping closer to me.

"as it should" i say carelessly looking away from him staring at the blank dark wall which has been my bestfriend lately.

"i can't let you die."

"why"

"i just can't!" he shouted. bro relax.

"i murdered your mother"

he squints his eyes at the realisation. the whole situation is so fucked up and i don't know what to say.

"you are free. run. before i change my mind."

he declared looking away from me sniffing.

the fuck is wrong with this guy.

"personally, if you murdered my mother, I'd have killed you"

"that's the difference between us. you've cheated on me and i forgave you, you would have never forgiven me if it was me who cheated. you murdered my mother and i am letting you get away from it. because you're a part of me, an evil fucked up part of me, causing you pain causes me pain ten folds. seeing you cry and in pain makes my heart feel like it's been stabbed a million times because darlina grace, the murderer of my mother. i am letting you run away from your crime. run away from me and save yourself. because I can't let you pay for your crime with a death sentence nor can i let you starve to death by locking you here. i fucking tried my best to act logical and to punish you, but i am weak, twisted enough and truly a madman in your love that i just can't. killing myself is a billion times easier than watching you die. because you are a part of me. a part that i have always loved and adored, it never was in my control. it's very unmanly of me to say this to my mom's murderer but darlina, you're free from me forever. run. "

he stepped out of the room and came back in 2 minutes later and gave me fresh clothes. yep i was naked.

i wore them and ran for my life. ü

"wait"

tf did he change his mind oh my god.

"can we - uh- "

"what" i have no patience. i want to go away.

"can we kiss for one last time? please?"

him asking for consent is new.

sure i guess.

"yes"

he comes closer to me and grabs my waist lovingly before slamming his beautiful lips onto my dehydrated ones.

it were minutes but he didn't seem in any mood of letting me go. we were both out of breath but thirsty for each other. he finally pulled away.

"you have 5 minutes to get away from my sight or you will be locked here forever. take your chances" he said ruthlessly and coldly as if he wasn't just sucking my lips like a needy toddler.

i run. the murder was a mistake. i can't be punished for a mistake for so long.

i hate myself for saying these stuff. maybe staying in the dark room made me mentally ill and bipolar. and all the other mental illnesses too.

but maybe, mentally ill people aren't necessarily evil.

and maybe, there will be a dawn from my dark heart one day which will grow roses.

i am out of his house and sight and life.

i finally breathe. i don't know where to go. to steve maybe. but will he accept a murderer? lmao yes he will, he's so blind in love. just like arnold.

i hate myself for thinking in such a selfish way. this isn't me. i don't know if these are survival instincts or if i have truly lost my mind in that dark room.

i walk on the footpath at what seems like 11pm on a cold night as arnold's words ring in my head.

killing myself is a billion times easier than watching you die.

you're free from me forever

is he going to kill himself? what the fuck. how can i be so dumb. how did i leave him alone when he was so vulnerable.

i feel terrible.

i run back as soon as i could. it's been half an hour. the damage is most probably done. god, i just hope it's not what i am thinking it is.

i love him.

"where is sir?" i ask his personal lawyer, who was almost going to start driving back after visiting arnold.

"he's at the terrace, good news ma'am, he gave you all his wealth. congratulations." he smiles and drives away as i run to the terrace while my brain is numb and feels dead. i can't form any cohorent thought.

there's nobody on the terrace. there's a letter near the open ended cliff.

there's a letter.

"i am going back to my mother. darlina. being still in love with you after you murdered my mother wasn't in my control. not living with such shame is.

i love you. and i always will. all my wealth is now yours, be happy and take care of yourself. for me."

as i look down from the terrace, i see Arnold laying down on the ground with blood and servants surrounding him. i want to jump too. but i need to save him. the terrace is just 2 floors up so there are chances we could save him if we just get in time. i hope.

i rush down and make my way between the servants.

what have i done to the man who have just always loved me truly with all his soul. where did i make him end up.

"take him to the fucking hospital, screaming his name isn't gonna save him!" i shout at those dead dumb asses.

"yes ma'am" they started hurrying to hold him over and put him in the car. he is in my lap on the backseat and i just can't commit a second murder.

"how's his condition?" i ask the same question for the tenth time in a day for the 8th day.

"the good news is, he won't die. the bad news is, his brain will now function like a 10 year old"