Je t’aime .. mais non plus!
She had it all planned. All dreamed of. Every detail, every breath, every little piece of it. All she had to do now is to get one good night sleep and fade away into the dark. Releasing her soul, sacrificing it for eternity, she could run away from all of it. Oh yes .. she had it all planned out.
She went to her bed, watching closely the sheets, the pillow, the frame of the place where she has been sleeping for years. But no .. no more, no less. She is doomed. She knows it and she has to do something about it; everything was set up to the finest detail. The only left to do now is to get her last sleep.
She laid upon the bed, watching the ceiling, releasing her mind and and she took a deep breath. She will fall asleep now. And so she did.
Next day, the sky was blue. Too blue for an autumn day; suspicious. She got out off the bed, went to the bathroom, took a shower; she had to get off all the dirt that has been inside her for so long. She put on her make-up, got herself dressed and walked away. In her way, she forgot to lock the door; but it doesn’t matter anymore; it’s the last time she had been here.
She must meet him this day; they’ve been talking on the phone for hours, thinking of reconceiling … yes .. oh,yes, she will meet him. And she will take from him everything she ever wanted; everything she has dreamt of. And it is going to be beautiful, magnific .. so special that even an angel will stop his song just to watch the scene.
Two hours passed by. She went to the meeting place and faced him. She was absolutely amazing .. so beautiful, but somewhat .. devilish. He came towards her and kissed her. After that, in the next very moment, he collapsed. A blemish started to grow, bigger and bigger as the blood came out from him. And so did his life.
Taking his last breath .. he glared at her and asked:
- Why .. why did you do this to me? I … love you…
She raised her chin, shed a tear and said:
- Je t’aime. Mais non plus!
Before he died, she took the gun … which was stained by his blood, kissed it and put it next to her dead. Another tear ran out from her blue eyes. But it didn’t have life. Just water and salt. She looked up into the sky and asked for forgivness. And pulled the trigger.
When the police came, they found a note in the boy’s jacket: “Emily, will you be my devoted wife for ever? I am sorry for all I have done and I promise everything is going to change”.
But change never came, chance never showed up. Only the punishment.
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