• On a beautiful night full of fireflies and stars sat a young man next to the sparkling lake. As he looked down at the bloody dagger resting on his palms, he started to wish it had never happened. He started to wish he hadn't done it..
    But he had already done what needed to be done. Had fulfilled his --and possibly her-- wishes. He just couldn't live with the pain of it anymore. But maybe, just maybe, she would have forgave him.. maybe she wanted him to live.. No. He had to tell himself that he had done what was best.
    But on that night, as he lay there dying under the glowing full moon, he had just one regret: That he did not love her as he had promised; left her broken, just as he felt right now. The deed was done.