Perhaps He was Just Trying to Love Me

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

I’d never thought that as I let my blade run through his body. As I watched his light eyes widen and stare into mine, as his hands gripped at the wound in his body.

 

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

It never occurred to me that this could be true, as I watched his blood pour out over his lithe body. A body I knew well.

 

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

And as he fell limp against me, he clutched at my bare chest. I let the knife fall from my hand, onto the ground.

 

His sweet voice rang through the air, and I hear his dying words.

 

“I was just trying to love you.”

 

Then he died. His body went completely limp, and his grip loosened on my body.

 

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

I let his body glide down to the ground and looked at my hands. They were running red in his crimson essence.

 

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

I felt my knees give, and I tumbled, kneeling onto the ground. I reached out and touched my lover, my Corpse’s face, and turned it to me. His eyes were slit open, blank.

 

That stare will forever haunt me…

 

I felt tears running down my cheeks. I had killed so many others, so many innocents.

 

Why should one more bother me?

 

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

But this did bother me. None of the other bodies had loved me.

 

I had never loved any of the other corpses.

 

The tears streamed down my cheeks, began splashing onto my hands. My tears mixed with Corpse’s blood, and I, a now true killer, lifted the knife one last time.

 

Perhaps he was just trying to love me…

 

I drew the knife up close, my hands slick. I held it out, angled down at my chest, and I closed my red, killer eyes.

 

I was a killer, my name had true meaning now. And I was stained forever with my lover’s blood.

 

Perhaps he was only trying to love me…

 

And with one final movement, I pulled my blade down. I felt it pierce my stitched skin, felt it ram through my organs. And I finally felt the pain I had put onto so many others.

 

And, as I lay dying next to the corpse of my lover, I realized what my death meant…

 

Perhaps I was just trying to love him…

Author's Note

Ancient, the narrator is one of the first characters I ever created.