Love is a Killer

Do you believe in soul mate? The term soul mate was first brought up by Plato. He said that humans originally consisted of four arms, four legs, and a single head made of two faces, but Zeus feared their power and split them all in half, condemning them to spend their lives searching for the other half to complete. Well it’s not really true or does it really sound romantic. Two faces, four arms is kind of weird right. But the point is we human are always in search for another...to have affection and to be loved.  

Do you ever have that feeling when you met somebody that you feel connected? You know what makes her happy. You know when she needed you. You know the time that she just needed to be left alone. Or the time she was hungry and wants to eat. So you’ll hang out and eat together. You laugh, you cry and you hold on to each other because you know deep in your heart that she would never hurt you and you’ll never hurt her. And maybe you loved her. Maybe she loved you. Or maybe you both loved each other. But you can never be together. She is just a normal simple girl, but you are...a killer.

She paints the sky with pale blue colours. You paint the wall with red chunky blood. She bakes cakes and cookies. You bash people’s head with a stick. She finds penguins and kitten cute. You cut people’s fingers just to amuse you. Two people with two different lives, how can fate be so twisted. But here you’re bleeding to your death, with a hole in your gut. And there she was, holding you tightly for the last time. As if to never let you go. Both of you know that eventhough you and her are worlds apart, both of you can’t lived without each other. Maybe you’ll do her a favour, by putting the gun in your hand to her head and pulling the trigger. After all both of you are soulmate.