right in the corner,

she saw him,
bloody,
restless,
bewildered by her presence.

she started to approach him,
he hugged himself,
as if building a shield,
"dont come close" he rasped edgily,
she stopped,
"let me help you" she cajoled,
"LEAVE!" he shouted,
he swung his right hand violently,
almost hitting her.

she didnt move,
she stood her ground and pleaded,
and pleaded,
and pleaded.

it was an accident,
he didnt realize,
it was an involuntarily action,
he swung his left arm,
he didnt remember,
the knife he was tightly holding,
it was an accident,
accident,
he swore,
it was an accident,
accident,
accident.....

crimson liquid slowly seeps out her white blouse,
she looked down,
tears rolling down her cheeks,
she fell,
hard on the dirty pavement,
eyes wide opened.

he wailed,
kneeling down beside her,
the only woman he loved,
the only woman who loved him,
was no more.

dead.

lifeless.

bloodied.

undone.

because of him.

"im sorry, i cant be saved. im a lost case."

he kissed her forehead,
closed her eyes.

he took one last breath,
then
one..
two..
stop.
three..
times he stabbed himself on the chest.

the same knife.

he fell,
laying next to her.
their blood mixed.

the pavement was drowned with pools of thick liquid,
of two humans,
wasted.

"i love you," he whispered.

then,
gone...