A Lovers Death (a story i’ve been working on)

They embrace each other tightly, Beethoven’s Moon Light Sonata playing in the background as they quietly dance around the room. Images flashing through his mind of what he has seen. They kiss a deep and passionate kiss as lovers always do. The knife slides with ease into her skin; she tries to break free of his embrace but he is too strong for her to fight. He holds her body still never breaking the kiss until there is no longer any life left in her body; Music still playing he dances around the room with her a little bit longer, gliding gracefully around with her lifeless body. As he gently sets his now deceased lover on the bed he whispers to her, “I can still remember the image my love, of the kiss that lead to your death”

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