She sits in the darkness of the room, hands tracing the wilted roses in front of her. A sense of longing arouses inside Lilith as she feels the remnants of the velvety crimson and ghostly white petals and the thorns brush underneath her fingers. The moon outside paints a silvery strip of light in the room, creating flickering shadows on the wall. Lilith looks around the room, eyes taking in every inch of the cramped room. A window sits opposite the table, allowing the moonlight to reflect off the broken glass bottles littering the floor and Lilith eyes the broken glass with disgust.Thick jagged lines ran down the window, creating cracks for the chilly air outside to seep in, blanketing her and reminding Lilith of the how cold his love was in
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He had loved her once, a love that was as beautiful as a blooming rose. But that love had wilted just a quickly as the flower and soon he had looked at her with distaste. Lilith didn’t understand how he could betray the person he had loved most but he did, breaking her heart beyond repair. She was reminded of what he had done everyday, through fleeting memories that haunted her like a ghost. Lilith wanted to forget him and let her heart mend itself. She secretly knew however, that she couldn’t forgive him for what he had done and decided to fix her heart herself.
Her amber eyes flicker to the corner of the room, to his body, limp and lifeless and a smile of satisfaction spreads across her face. His bright, emerald eyes, that had once gazed longingly at her, now stare back, dull and expressionless. A knife protrudes from his heart, the silver of the blade, startlingly pale against the crimson blood. He sits in a pool of scarlet red, as dead as the wilted roses. While she wanted to feel a storm of emotions, sorrow, guilt or regret for killing him, she could feel nothing. She was devoid of life and her heart was as empty as his unblinking eyes. She had his blood on her hands but he was the same, the crimson red of her blood had stained his hands as
He had loved her once, a love that was as beautiful as a blooming rose. But that love had wilted just a quickly as the flower and soon he had looked at her with distaste. Lilith didn’t understand how he could betray the person he had loved most but he did, breaking her heart beyond repair. She was reminded of what he had done everyday, through fleeting memories that haunted her like a ghost. Lilith wanted to forget him and let her heart mend itself. She secretly knew however, that she couldn’t forgive him for what he had done and decided to fix her heart herself.
Her amber eyes flicker to the corner of the room, to his body, limp and lifeless and a smile of satisfaction spreads across her face. His bright, emerald eyes, that had once gazed longingly at her, now stare back, dull and expressionless. A knife protrudes from his heart, the silver of the blade, startlingly pale against the crimson blood. He sits in a pool of scarlet red, as dead as the wilted roses. While she wanted to feel a storm of emotions, sorrow, guilt or regret for killing him, she could feel nothing. She was devoid of life and her heart was as empty as his unblinking eyes. She had his blood on her hands but he was the same, the crimson red of her blood had stained his hands as