02-13-2010, 10:32 PM
♥ I Stitched a Tale! ♥
Username: Misha-chan
Word Count:
Theme: anti-v-day, tear-jerker.
Entry:
I don't have a date this year. I'm sitting in my room, the sixteenth apartment, and looking out onto the street, thinking about how much I hat ethe color pink.
I should have had a date. But she isn't of this world anymore.
I watch people handing each other roses, and I crush a lletter in my hand.
More of a note really.
It's written on pink paper. Typewritten.
In my name.
I never wrote this.
It came in the hands of a police officer. He asked me who wrote this note.
It said for her to meet me, at an icecream store.
I had planned on picking her up.
I turn around, and I walk over, behind the man, so that I can see the body.
The sunlight glints of the metal cuffs I'm wearing.
Tears wash down my cheeks. I can hardly believe it. It shouldn't have ended this way.
Her body... There are holes in it. Three of them. Where her heart is.
Tears splash down from my eyes, onto her body. As it goes down, I try to stop them from coming, but I can't.
I didn't kill her. I never would.
That doesn't mean it isn't my fault.
A couple looks over at me. The male is reproachful.
I remember thinking that way a year ago, walking with her.
A year from now... he'll be in the same position.
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