I could see it in his eyes. He knew what was about to happen. It was a look of both fear and resignation. He truly loved me, I now know that for sure. He had accepted me for who I am, despite what I am. Even that never seemed to worry him...until he cut himself whilst shaving this morning.
As I entered the bathroom, he turned to me, that haunted look on his face.
"Elizabeth?"
I saw the blood running down his throat and I lost control. A frenzy. I left him lifeless. Empty.
Those eyes will forever haunt me.
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