When did it start? I don’t know...six, seven years ago. It feels like such a long time. You wouldn’t believe me...everything I went through to get here, but I guess it doesn’t matter. So long as I got here, right?
You and me, we go pretty far back. Hmm? What was that? Haha...if you really want to know...I’ve got all the time in the world...enough for the both of us.
Don’t cry.
Stop crying...STOP IT!
Just stop it...I don’t like to see you cry.
Isn’t it funny? You used to control all my time and emotion, you little witch...but everything comes around full circle, as you can see. No, this isn’t punishment. I think its just pleasure.
I wish I knew this world like I knew this gun…
Do you know what I love most about guns? That they all do the same things. They’re predictable. You know what to expect when one is pointed in your direction. You know that at any moment it can end your life with only a few pounds of pressure...There’s no doubt to what’s going to come out of that barrel. Now that I think about it, I guess women are the same way. Ready to end your life with just a few words and a few well-placed actions. Women are much worse, though. Guns, they have no choice: whoever points the gun and fires it, controls it. Women do it...because they’re bored. Yeah, that’s right. Because they’re bored. They have nothing else to do but go around breaking others at their whim. Guess I just learned this a little too late.
Hey, hey, hey! Where are YOU going? Haha, it’s not like you can get out of here, you know? Those doors are bolted...and the last time I checked, those hands of yours were still tied behind your back. Can’t take too many precautions, I suppose. Come here.
...oops. Sorry. Grabbed too hard. I wouldn’t worry about it. Just take the pain...take it like I took it. Silent, alone...while others just say “Sorry, I didn’t mean it to happen this way.”
Did that help? DID IT?
No...you still feel hurt, you still feel empty all the while the person who hurt you walks away with someone else: their partner in crime. These few strands of hair are nothing compared to that.
...
Hmph...you’re a lot heavier than you look. Well, we’ll take a break. You know, loss is a dead weight that you can either lug around or...h-hey...didn’t I tell you, you shouldn’t cry? Look, your mascara is running. Here let me get...that....okay! There’s my girl. You’re much prettier when you’re just a little cleaned up.
Now isn’t this better...? Haha, do you remember this room? Look around, maybe you’ll recognize it. I brought you here before. We used to look at old issues of Batman, together. Hehe, I knew you would remember me! The stars never lie, my dear. There’s nothing that can keep us apart, now. No overbearing adults, none of your so-called “friends”, and no one to to steal you away. I used to wish you were here with me, as I sat here alone. I just had to wait. And, see? We ended up together. How we are meant to be.
...
Midnight, huh? Well, I guess it’s finally time. Don’t be afraid...I’ll follow you into the dark. The waiting is over.
Come here.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry.
Let’s have no more tears.
No more screams.
Just lay in my arms.
I love you.
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