Suddenly, I gazed into her eyes, and I remembered the dream I had on the night of the murder. A single silhouette slowly walking across the road, straight to your bedroom window. Your blue eyes stood out like sapphires while you were on your bed, halfway reading though The Seagull. You appeared so innocent and most definitely lovely. The backdoor opened, leaving only a trail of muddy footprints behind. She couldn’t hear the steps upon the creaky floorboards. Slowly out of the shadow appeared a pistol, and you gasp for air as the blood rushed so quickly; you could not escape out from your bed sheets fast enough. And without hesitation, ripping roars of thunder spread thought the soundwaves in ripples as the bullets pierced though the flesh. It went through your heart and onto the walls. You were slowly climbing on the walls in great pain for an escape. And out from the shadows was only the gun, with its barrel covered by the killer’s hand. But the face of the monster appeared out of the floorlight, and my evil eyes failed to release any intention of mercy. I didn’t want you to have that pleasure. And Bang. It was over. I pushed you over to check if you were breathing. You weren’t. You stood there; bullet holes were like rubies glowing from your brittle heart and your eyes were crying tears of scarlet, no long blue, but in deep shades of red. You were just lying there, up against the walls. I took your coat, to hide my bloody hands, and left the scene. I was long gone before the sirens came. I returned to my place and caught a front row seat to my masterpiece. And the last thing I remembered was that I was smiling. Yes, the killer was smiling.
I knew the appetite of your soul hungered for revenge. With one swipe, from your razor hands, I died right next to your grave. Slowly, I saw your spirit looming out of my vision toward the sunrise, as my soul flows out of my body, like tears. The last thing I ever saw was those tulips, slowly welting away as it has no more life to live. And I hoped, the sun will rise over the storm.
Well, keep dreaming.
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