Her beautiful fucking face.
Those hazel eyes now full of tears.
And fuck me if it doesn’t feel like a blade straight through the chest.
No.
Through the back.
I don’t even fucking know anymore.
Maybe both.
It’s as though I’m being stabbed from every direction at once.
And in a way, I did this.
I did this to myself.
Didn’t I?
With my own fucked up obsession for this girl.
The girl who was always forbidden.
She told me.
I should’ve listened.
She told me that from the start.
She never fucking lied about it.
So can I really be angry?
She said it herself.
That one day I’d find out and hate her.
She said she couldn’t.
That we couldn’t.
That she shouldn’t.
That we shouldn’t.
And still, for some reason, I pushed.
I chased something I can’t even fucking name.
I look at her.
She’s retreated somewhere deep inside herself.
A tear escapes. My eyes follow its path down her cheek, over those beautiful freckles.
I can’t fucking watch this.
