Who would have thought that my life would come to this? Murder? I always thought of myself as a pacifist, someone who helps people when they need it, not someone can take the life of someone she loves. But as I stare down at her lying in a pool of her own blood I can’t stop the urge to kill her, end her wretched existence. Even though I love her more than almost anything else i still want her to die. I look up at him, the person who brought me to this moment in my life the one who started the chain of events that led here and I can’t bring myself to hate him, my heart is his forever no matter what happens. He nods at me encouraging what needs to be done and nods towards the knife lying on the bench. I know it needs to be done, I can’t put it off any longer, slowly with a heavy heart I pick up the knife and start walking towards her.
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