He loved so strongly and would stop at nothing to take what he wanted.
Was it her porcelain skin? Her silky long hair? No, nothing on the outside could entice him. What he wanted was inside, ticking with every moment at her very core. Her heart.
As he drew her into an embrace, she caught a glimpse of his knife. It was too late. He cut out her heart, leaving a hole in the shape of a blood red rose.
Placing her body in the water to sink to the depths, he felt complete. Her heart was his at last.
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