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My feet slammed against the floor as I desperately sprinted through the graveyard like a mad dog, my breathing irregular. Following the tracker on my phone before sliding to a stop, witnessing that fucker strangling THEM. I couldn’t care less if Owen found out the truth about that wrench, only that he dared lay a finger on my Beloved. My fists tightened after I tossed my phone to the side and yanked out my knife, lunging at Owen.
Everything past the first stab was a blur, the adrenaline kicking as I was abruptly punched in the gut, sending a sharp pain to my abdomen, before I ripped out the knife and stabbed him in the thigh. He screamed curses at both of us, as we rolled in the grass, him pulling my hair and punching me while I defended my LOVE. We fought for god knows how long before that pig went silent. Staring at me with rage but also a sense of sadness, his whole body started to slump as he continued to attack, but alas, his body was giving up.
The syringe was administered through one of his neck arteries, making him collapse.
It ended with that jackass in the same grave as his mother and me standing over my flower, yet, despite how much I screamed their name, shook them, or even hoped, my beloved was completely still, along with the others in this wretched cemetery. “PLEASE.. PLEASE WAKE UP! PLEASE! “ No matter how much I screamed, they didn't respond. My ‘grim reaper’ didn't reply to any of my pleas.
Bruises had formed around their neck, and their face was a different shade from the rest of their body. The only thing moving anymore was the plants moving in the wind.
After half an hour, I went to cover up the tracks of my slaughter by his car in the lake with his phone, despite how idiotic an idea it is.
Bringing them home in a rush, I was in a frenzy, rushing to preserve my love like the flowers inside my lab, while they remain forever asleep, slowly wilting. Lying them on the cold table in the room, they asked a few weeks prior. Dissecting and fixing them up like they used to for their daily ritual as a mortician.
Now my flower is preserved, blooming along with multitudes of flowers. Forever still, displayed in a glass case, NEVER TO BE TARNISHED AGAIN..