In love with a criminal

I fell in love...... with a criminal

It wasn't like I didn't know. I knew he was a criminal. But still I fell for him. Now he's driving me home. I can't believe I'm sitting in his car, beside him.

He ran away from jail.

I was sweating. I resisted the urge to look at him. I clenched my fists and took deep breaths.

The car stopped. I got out immediately, but to my horror, it wasn't my home. He led me somewhere else.

He also got out of the car and removed a dagger.

'Wh-what.......'

His eyes brimmed with tears. 'You are the only witness. If you tell it to the police, I'll be captured.'

'B-but I love you!' I said.

'I know.' He said, as a tear rolled down his cheek. 'But my life is more precious to me.'

I knew I couldn't escape. I had to prove my love.

I hugged him. 'Kill me.'

He stabbed me.

I sacrificed myself for him, because I loved him so much. But I shouldn't have. Now he's living a happy life. He doesn't even miss me. I should have complained to the police than sacrificing myself, because he didn't love me at all...... He used me.......

But now what's the use of pondering over these things? Because......

I'm dead.