He hadn�t really thought about how it would go down.
He supposed that maybe it would be graceful. She�d gasp once dramatically,
reach out one pale lovely hand to no one in particular, never quite making
contact before she expelled her last sweet breath and collapsed.
He hadn�t expected it to go so messy. She was dying in a pool of her own
bodily fluids; blood, vomit and shit mix across blue mottled skin as she
thrashed reckless of her surroundings.
There was nothing elegant about her death.
As her death throes finally settled and her glassy eyes finally stilled, he
tried to deliver his punchline. In his imagination at this point he would
stand near her head, and he would smirk, and he would say �I only did it for
He couldn�t find it in him though. He did it for revenge, and it just left
him cold inside.
He wished he had done it for the lulz.
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