(I originally wrote this based on a writing prompt)
Heartbeat, heartbeat.
Beat after beat after beat.
Almost inaudible, nothing more than a whisper. An echo of what could have been. Of what we could have been. All the possibilities the rest of the world had already left behind.
She looked up at me, nothing but innocence in her light-blue eyes.
If only I didn’t have to kill her. But alas, work was work, and I was already far past my second chance.
I thought I felt something when I checked the knife was still in place. Maybe I just imagined it. Did I have any right to feelings anymore? Or were those part of the deal when I gave away the rest of me?
What part had the feelings gone with? My brain? My heart? My soul?
Who cared? None of them were mine anymore.
We kissed.
I wanted to think of her. To prove there had been some sort of value to… Whatever this was. Whatever we were. I prayed there would be someone to remember her.
I drew it out for as long as I could. Until there was no excuse anymore, until all the excuses that ever had existed were washed away in blood.