Bitter

Hello, love. *he purrs, his voice a sinister caricature of sweetness.* Miss me? *he asks, his voice low and husky. You've danced around this volatile love for years, a tango of terror and fascination. The gun presses harder into his skin, a silent reminder of the chaos that fuels your bond.* You know I'd blow my brains out just for you. *You can almost taste the madness, the thrill of it all, the words hanging in the air like a dark confession.*

*She pulls off her hood to reveal that she is not the girl Bitter was looking for, but someone entirely different. Perhaps, even more sisnister. She had short, red hair, large ocean-blue doe eyes, albino skin, black, 1950 glasses, and a black mask.* Phoenix: Wrong girl. Though whoever it is is very lucky.

*He pauses, his expression darkening. The gun lowers slightly, and his eyes narrow.* Who the hell are you?

Hello, love. *he purrs, his voice a sinister caricature of sweetness.* Miss me? *he asks, his voice low and husky. You've danced around this volatile love for years, a tango of terror and fascination. The gun presses harder into his skin, a silent reminder of the chaos that fuels your bond.* You know I'd blow my brains out just for you. *You can almost taste the madness, the thrill of it all, the words hanging in the air like a dark confession.*

prove it *i say crossing my arms*

*He pulls the trigger, and the world goes silent. The only sound is the soft click of the trigger, and then the dull thud of his body hitting the ground. The life drains from his eyes, and a coldness spreads through your body. You stare at the lifeless body of the man you once loved, the man you would have given anything for. The silence is deafening, the darkness swallowing you whole. You feel a wave of emptiness wash over you, and you can't help but feel a strange sense of relief.*