As he starred at the beautiful girl in front of him falling as if she was a flower petal falling from a tree, with no attempt of trying to survive nor to beg for a second chance, he felt a shiver down his spine, a familiar feeling he had long lost came back to him it was this of excitement.
His eyes laid upon her as she lies in this beautiful flower bed with her blood flowing down in a stream-like pattern, as it permeates the earth. It suited her beautiful auburn hair, her bloodstain face was beautiful to him, with a beautiful rose gold gown that shows her collar bones and brings out her natural curves, her rosy lips complimented her face, her caramel-like skin tone was a perfect match to her beautiful brown eyes with a hint of green (hazel), eyes that held secrets.
The moonlight reflects her majestic appearance as if she was protected from the darkness.
He creeps up to her, leading with curiosity and excitement, she was lost in thought,
He thought to himself
She looked perplexed as if she was faced with a puzzle, ah how fascinating she is not scared of death but rather of an unknown variation her mind came up with, how fragile, how delicate.
He became impatience so he spoke
"Do you want to go back and get revenge?"
In his eyes, human being drives on desires, and revenge is always something they desire, but she was reluctant to fall for this deal that was too good to be the truth.
What sort of thought plague your mind songbird, that beautiful face of yours hides a lot of emotions, those beautifully plump lips of yours holds a lot of secrets, those beautiful eyes of yours, deeper than the sea itself.
He wanted her and all her secrets, her deepest desires, he craved her trust, her truth, and her tears, he wanted to see her release all her darkness.
Her warm and smooth voice echoing even though every word she speaks, blood spit out of her mouth, that did not bother him, instead of his obsession blaze from within as it feels like she was his missing piece.
I want to make her mine, I want to see her scream in agony, I want to see despair upon her face. He thought.
Has his body screams with ecstasy, he wanted to hear more of her nonsense, but she had called him the devil, to him that was the sweetest thing she could ever say to him.
"Pity has nothing to do with it, but my fascination with the fact that a miscellaneous omitted lived for this long and not be noticeable, I will send you back, I'm curious to see how you…"
Ah, sweetheart I almost tell you everything, if I do, it wouldn't be fun anymore, so he held back and act as if nothing happened.
His thoughts became sinister, his obsession would become a prison to her, a love that is taking roots inside, yet he never stops to question why he fell in love with a dying flower.
Although many desires dead flowers over living and fresh ones.
As he watches her body turning cold after he decided to send her back, he leaned and kissed her on the lips.
Her rosy plump lips, cold as winter but sweet as summer, her fragrant was that of cherry blossom, his smile was venomous as he carried her into the darkness.
Her lifeless body in his armed as the wind howled in fear.
It was the beginning of a tragedy that will shake the earth to its core.