The day of the reckoning
I clutched my hand to my stomach, wanting to puke at the feeling I discovered. My blood was pouring out of the wound and I had to hold in my insides as I stood. I looked over at the one who did this. The beautiful, amazing, intelligent, love of my life. She did this, and was smiling, enjoying every pain and drip of blood coming from me. I collapsed to the ground as black spots darted across my eyes. The last thing I ever saw was her eyes as she kissed me to sleep.