broken glass lay shatterd at her feet , remnents of the bottle dropped only moments ago. liquid pooled around it still icy cold. she steped forwerd, glass sliceing the bottoms of her bare feet. barely noticing she kept walking. a trail of blood followed her. she didnt know her destenation, not yet anyway. she just kept walking. trailing red liquid and broken glass. pain had no meaning to her. not anymore. she had felt it too many times for it to sink in. tears graced her face. she was sure of that. somehow she was sure of nothng. and evrything at the same time. she was sure there was a crash. a broken bottle at her feet. she was sure that she was sure of nothing. she was sure she had to leave.
the knife plunged into his heart. "that will teach you to cheat on me" she said. the bottle in his hand crashed to the pavement, landing right in front of her feet. she stepped forwerd. she had killed him. that she was sure of.