Some people say that, when I'm angry, I'm like a ballerina with a blade for a foot. I'm graceful and careful then, when your guard is down, I'll kick you down and stab you, viciously and without mercy. Everyone calls me Razor because of it.

But one time, I saw her. The real Razor. She was graceful yet tragically so, careful yet scared, and most of all she was... Sad. So very sad. But when she saw me, she put on a face that made the world feel like it would fall apart if she got angry. I started to tremble. She wore a white tutu and corset stained with blood. She had a white mask to cover her face. Her skin was shredded and she was as skinny as a skeleton. Her right shin was a dark grey spike and it rung so loud every time she took a step. She painted her face with the darkest of lipsticks to contrast her bright outfit and her hair was always in a long ponytail.

I walked up to her and held her face close to mine, telling her it was alright and I wasn't here to hurt her. She shivered. It made me so sad to think that she's never gotten this attention before, everyone's been too scared of her. Everyone's too scared to dance with a blade. I wanted to nurture her and care for her.

I spent years with her, today she finally took off her mask. She was beautiful even with all the scars on her face, beneath those scarlet eyes. I stayed with her even after that and, for once, she finally smiled at me. Her smile brought tears to my eyes and left me breathless. I can safely say that she is the love of my life, and I can't describe how much I love her since it's just not possible. She brings out the fire in my soul and makes me feel emotions I can't describe. I love her more than anything in this universe, known and unknown. She makes me happy. And I know she feels the same way towards me.

I know because she told me. She told me on her deathbed, the day she smiled to me and showed me her true self. The day she expressed her emotions and everything to me. The day she died was the day the light at the end of my tunnel got brighter before fading away.