So sorry
It came as a text message
-goodbye
It was her.
He froze there for a moment, not knowing how to reply to that text message. And as though those words could mean more than he could ever comprehend, he stared at those words. Every pixel was under his scrutiny.
It started as a fairy tale and ended as a tragedy. On the day of her wedding, she was the most beautiful woman in the universe. That was her dream. And his husband had made it happened.
It would be perfect if he was the one she was marrying. But fate wouldn’t have it any other way. No other way except for him to hate her. And he was commissioned to architect her destiny.
He was sorry. Sorry for keeping a hate diary of her. Sorry for conjuring up fantasies of her downfall. His imagination made him the perpetrator. And he was sorry too, though lesser for being the clairvoyant he maybe was. Anyhow, he could not deny his role.
The smell of blood on her wedding dress lingers in his mind. He had dreamt of that before. He dreamt that he himself had shot her with a hand gun. He had aimed his shots at her head. What a pleasure it was to him, to destroy the beautiful face she was so proud of. He probably smiled when he was dreaming that. He never really wanted that though. All he wanted was to love her. But it became impossible when she chose to marry some other man. He is a moral man. It was wrong and thus it was impossible for him.
He did it for love. He did it to get what he wanted. It was not wrong to go get what he wanted. Never. After all he never wanted more than what he deserved. And now, he can finally love her for she no longer belongs to anyone. It was a mixed feeling of remorse and happiness. They never really caught the killer. They probably won’t. He willed her death. No one killed her. Only he was responsible. But no one will ever find out.
His fingers, suddenly alive in their own right, sprung into activity.
-Goodbye, darling.
He was glad he could still call her darling. A vibrating phone in his pocket rudely interrupted the calm. He felt silly. And, he still felt a bit sorry.
-goodbye
It was her.
He froze there for a moment, not knowing how to reply to that text message. And as though those words could mean more than he could ever comprehend, he stared at those words. Every pixel was under his scrutiny.
It started as a fairy tale and ended as a tragedy. On the day of her wedding, she was the most beautiful woman in the universe. That was her dream. And his husband had made it happened.
It would be perfect if he was the one she was marrying. But fate wouldn’t have it any other way. No other way except for him to hate her. And he was commissioned to architect her destiny.
He was sorry. Sorry for keeping a hate diary of her. Sorry for conjuring up fantasies of her downfall. His imagination made him the perpetrator. And he was sorry too, though lesser for being the clairvoyant he maybe was. Anyhow, he could not deny his role.
The smell of blood on her wedding dress lingers in his mind. He had dreamt of that before. He dreamt that he himself had shot her with a hand gun. He had aimed his shots at her head. What a pleasure it was to him, to destroy the beautiful face she was so proud of. He probably smiled when he was dreaming that. He never really wanted that though. All he wanted was to love her. But it became impossible when she chose to marry some other man. He is a moral man. It was wrong and thus it was impossible for him.
He did it for love. He did it to get what he wanted. It was not wrong to go get what he wanted. Never. After all he never wanted more than what he deserved. And now, he can finally love her for she no longer belongs to anyone. It was a mixed feeling of remorse and happiness. They never really caught the killer. They probably won’t. He willed her death. No one killed her. Only he was responsible. But no one will ever find out.
His fingers, suddenly alive in their own right, sprung into activity.
-Goodbye, darling.
He was glad he could still call her darling. A vibrating phone in his pocket rudely interrupted the calm. He felt silly. And, he still felt a bit sorry.
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