he lets his grip loose,

i finally breathe,

i couldn't stand up and run from exhaustion,

i feel like i'm dying.

out of all places,

why here?

"love is..

hurting people,

to show how much you feel,

right?" he spoke.

i widen my eyes by this,

"you became my model, because you love me, and so i could hurt you,

just like what my father did to my mother."

"t-this is not love.. i don't love you at all.."

"you don't know any better." he says, as he pulls out his knife.