Pitchblack filled the alley and surplus blackness overflowed. He gave me a forceful nudge, then strode into the darkness alone.
His silouette beckoned for me a first, then he showed his innocent cheeky grin.
I scourried along but my feet didn't want to leave the ground. I guess this is what they call cold feet.
He said it would be like we're on holiday, we'd go for a nice long trip, It would be peaceful and serene. But it doesn't seem that way to me. I followed him anyway, not wanting to part with the boy I love.
At the end of the alley there was a flickering lamp, just giving a glimpse of light, but it was enough. It shone onto the knife which had been concealed in his pocket. He pulled it out and swirled it in the air, admiring it. Fear masked my face and my heart began to thump. "You're not scared are you?!" he said with a tinge of mockery buried in. "O-of course not" I replied a bit too hastily. My stomach was turning and my head spinning, yet he looked perfectly calm.
I guess because he had already resigned himself, he knew this was the only way we could be together, forever. The only way that we wouldn't be tainted by society. This way we could stay clean and pure together, in a silent bliss.
I saw his hand tremble slightly when he pulled the knife close to his wrist.. I tried to shout stop but the words didn't come out, but tears did, they started streaming down my face and into my trembling open mouth. He stopped for a moment, and gave me a sad smile. He looked deep into my eyes and kissed my lips tenderly, and whispered "I love you." into my ear. As he pulled away, in one swift movement, he slashed his wrist. He collapsed into my arms, once more forcing himself to show me his trademark smile, only his eyes looked pained. He groaned out in pain and then he fell silent, and cold. My skin shuddered as his cold body spread through mine like an epidemic.
My tears began to thud onto his face heavily, it felt like the liquid falling off my face were made of iron. I kept screaming his name out into the darkness, almost in defiance, "How did this happen?" I kept asking myself.
I fumbled around with my hand on the concrete until I felt the luke warm liquid coated metal. I picked up the knife, it's sharp blade slicing my clumsy fingers, I shook with fear and dropped it with my trembling hands. I picked it back up and my mind filled with him.... My hand moved almost automatically and then I felt the blood trickle down my arm. I was becoming one with him as I could feel the pain he felt. But not long after that, I couldn't feel anything, and His face became unclear and blurry.
This isn't the peace that he promised, It isn't peace if He isn't with me.
