Who Won?

“I have made the biggest mistake of my life. I’ve left you when you needed me the most, and you know that I’m sorry.” He said almost as a whisper, as he stood in front of her. She was standing with her hands folded, eyes filled with rage. He moved forward and tried to hold her folded hands and she snapped.

“Don’t you touch me, you piece of shit! You ruined my whole life for your advantage, you selfish piece of fuck!” She screamed so loudly her voice broke.

He ignored her and finally held her hands. She tried to let go off him but he was stronger and she was crying now. He grabbed her and got too close to her where only a whisper is sufficient to be heard.

“I really wanted us to be together. That’s the only thing I’ve ever dreamed of. Let me love you, my love!” He whispered grabbing and pushing her to the wall. She pushed him away and his hands let go of her. She took the vase from the table in her hands and threw at him. She missed and he was furious now. She could see it in his eyes.

“Are you serious? Seriously, you don’t wanna do this. I promise this won’t end good.” He said, this time it wasn’t a whisper.

She ran to the kitchen. He ran behind her. She reached to the dining table and got a knife. She showed him the knife, her eyes red and teary.

“Who do you think you are? You left, and you have no right over me now. Stay fucking away from me or I’ll kill you.” She screamed as her voice kept breaking more and more.

He came forward a step.

“I said, ‘Don’t come closer, I’ll kill you.” She yelled, as the knife was pointing the love of her life.

“Try.” He said calmly, a hint of smile on his face.

He kept coming closer and closer to her. The edge of the knife was poking in his chest now. He winced a little, but didn’t stop.

“I swear to God, I’ll kill you. Please stay away. Don’t touch me.”

He kept moving forward and his t-shirt was getting the color of his blood now and he was not wincing anymore. She saw the unusual shine in his eyes.

“You can’t keep me away from you, my love!” He said with smile and pain, both expressions on his face at the same time.

Half the knife was in his chest now. Her hand was trembling now.

“Please, I beg you. Why are you keep coming back if you have no intention to stay? You have made my body your playground, and you know what? I let you do it. I did, because I thought you are here to stay. But no, you were only here to play when you were bored.” She managed to speak these words while sobbing.

He came forward a little more. Their legs were touching now. The steel of the knife was barely visible. His t-shirt was vet with warm, red blood. Her breath was falling on his face as she looked straight into his eyes, the shine was fading.

“I know, I’ve hurt you enough. I know I’m the culprit behind the ruins of your life. Sorry will not be enough,” His voice was coming from somewhere deep inside of him, “I’m tired of the life I’m living. When I told you on the call that I want to die and I’m gonna slit my wrists, it was a joke for you. I wasn’t joking, though.”

He grabbed his sleeve up and showed her the immature and light, but fresh cut.

“I tried doing it myself. But then I remembered, that there is someone who hates me more than I hate myself. That’s why I came here today. You did exactly what I imagined you doing. Always practical, you were! Ha ha ha, oh--”

He fell on the floor and the floor was getting all red and she grabbed his head and put it in her lap. Her face was red with horror.

“What have you made me do? I thought you loved me, at least a part of me always believed that. You--”

He put a finger on her lips and her Red Revival’ed lips got the shade of red blood.

“Shh... For me, this is love.” He showed her the knife. “Thank you.”

He closed one of her eyes to wink at her and then both of his eyes were closed.

She sat there staring and focusing at the knife which rested in his chest like a victory flag.