He held a knife to her throat, and she had him under gun point.
As they kissed each other goodbye, they fled the crime scene.
Like a little love battle in a kiss.
Now both dead, they went in their opposite directions.
Hitting wings as they flew past each other, giving each other a last glance--a glance of despair.
They both knew this would be the last time they'd ever lay eyes on each other again.
There are no more chances now.
He went off with the girl of his dreams, and left her all alone.
Alone again, she was always alone.
Even when she was with him she felt alone.
She was alone when she was alive, and with him--and now dead as well.
Now her cold body lay on the floor, motionless.
She sat down beside herself--in her own blood, back against the blood spattered wall.
Finally she wasn't alone--she had herself to keep her company.
She would always love him, even when she was dead.. laying on the floor. Her angel sitting beside her body. Even when he had left her.
She couldn't help but love him.
Which made no sense, but it doesn't matter to her.
You can't just STOP loving someone, you loved for so long.
