2009年7月30日 上午10點04分14秒Perfections Curse

As I walked along the beach, I could think of nothing but Elizabeth, the love that I'd lost to my own madness. Her voice haunted my thoughts, her face was in every dream. The horribly inescapable truth was that I had done it. I had killed her. I had murdered her with so much passion that I...wait...passion. It hurts to admit it, but that's what happened. I had murdered her with passion, and I had enjoyed doing it. I didn't hate her. Not at all. I loved her very much. She was my angel. Perfect in every way. That was the problem. She was so perfect...so impossibly perfect.

She had invited me to a mansion party that she was hosting. The party had been going on for about an hour and a half before I got there. So Elizabeth was tired. We headed for her foyer (she had closed it to the party) so that she could rest for a while. We walked in and she sat down in her perfect way. Smiled her perfect smile to which I smiled nervously in response.

'What's wrong, Babe?' she asked.
'Nothing's wrong,' I lied, 'I'm just tired is all.'

I walked over and sat by her so that she wouldn't catch that I lied. I put my head in her lap to make my lie more believable and she played with my hair. It felt so good. It was tearing at the last thread of my patience, sitting there in subjection to her perfection. Much more of it would drive me mad, so I told her that I forgot about something that I had to do. She walked me to the front door, gave me a goodnight kiss and we parted company for the night.

It took two more days to work up the courage to do it. I waited until midnight before I went to her house and snuck into her bedroom. What I found shouldn't have come as any surprise, but it did. She even slept perfectly. She slept flat on her back with her legs slightly bent and laying off to the right. Her right hand was on her pillow and she was looking at it. her other hand was on top of her stomach. I loved her so much, but I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to the side of her bed and knelt down. I stroked the side of her face with the backs of my fingers and gently kissed her before I plunged my switchblade into her throat and killed her.

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