You will be mine

      The warm summer night softly enveloped the sleeping city. A scattering of bright stars glittered in the boundless sky, while the proud moon was hiding somewhere behind the passing clouds. Street lamps guarded the peace, bestowing their dim light. A light breeze tangled in the fragile branches of the trees, slid over the youth's tired face. So lovely and peaceful.       Only the heart was torn from the distorted feelings teeming inside. Once warm and clean paint, exciting and pulling forward for the better, have become dirty and burning. Innocent love intertwined with anger and despair, becoming something tearing from the inside. The young soul suffers, beats against the ribs in agony, but all in vain.       Another bottle of alcohol clouded common sense, burned his throat. The picture before eyes was distorted. But all objectionable feelings were dulled, which could not but rejoice. Only the chaotic waltz of oppressive thoughts can't be stopped. They all intertwined themselves into nasty pictures of the past, eating away at the brain like parasites. The mortal youthful body pressed harder into the old creaking bench. It is impossible to go against the vivid pictures of the fatal evening.

«Leave me alone!»

      The sweet sonorous voice then for the first time sounded cold and firm. The emotion of anger and fear distorted the tender features of the girl's face. The tense shoulders and clenched hands no longer made the appearance fragile and inviting. It was as if she was not at all the Sophie whom she once managed to love..       A stinging lump formed across the throat. Misunderstanding in a matter of seconds grew into despair. In the lungs suddenly ceased to have enough air. A vile trembling made its way through along with weakness. She was ready to leave, but her hands grabbed her tender body, forcing her to stay. A pair of glass dark eyes desperately clung to their beloved, burning in memory the last moments spent together.

«I'm love you.. I'm really love you, Sophie!»

      Naive ardent babble again broke from the broken lips. At that difficult moment, the heart really was ready to burst. All innocent warm feelings in an instant showered ashes on the ribs. All love was brazenly trampled right before eyes. Hot tears streamed down pale cheeks, making look more pitiful. So weird and painful..       Even now, heart is aching, reaching out for a beautiful girl who is destined for another .. Why did hands squeeze the empty bottle of alcohol more tightly. Anger and misunderstanding poisoned the once pure love more strongly. I wanted to make Sophie mine again, not give it to anyone else. Gut was on fire from a bunch of negative feelings. Obsessive thoughts crawled in the cranium, raising more and more noise.       Sighing heavily, Henriksson got up from the bench, somehow managing his drunken body. A clumsy and slow step led him forward. The cold moon peeking out from behind the clouds will hide the guy from prying eyes, keeping his selfish goal a secret. It's time to put an end to it and take away what others can't take away.

***

      Tall silent houses are guarded by the colored dreams of the unfortunate inhabitants, occasionally sighing wearily. Painfully familiar streets succeeded each other, led to the fallen beloved. A warm breeze slid over the gloomy face, taking away the extra blurred worring and the remnants of blooming feelings.       The cold blade of the switchblade gleamed in the dim light of the street lamps. In the poisoned mind, vague bloody pictures were drawn, adorned with a ringing cry and a tender girlish face, reflecting fear and regret. A heavy drunken body was shaking. Tortured insides for the first time managed to excite, almost turning it inside out.       A crooked, venomous smile blossomed on the youthful lips. The strange twinkle in the dark eyes was eclipsed by emptiness. The only thing that could not be pulled out was the meaning of these actions that had been planned since the moment of her refusal. It seemed to happen automatically.       Vivid pictures of the past were imprinted on the walls of high houses, on paths and even lanes. Everywhere was that alluring and sweet Sophie, accompanied by the gloomy and passionate love Henriksson hiding inside himself. In those days filled with bright colors, I really wanted to live on. And now it only causes sadness and terrible longing..       A loud knock on someone else's door brought back to reality. Finally managed to hobble to the desired home. Emotions disappeared from face. Anticipation made his tormented heart tremble. A moment or two, and Sophie, fragile and defiled by someone else's love, finally came out on the threshold. Noticing an unexpected guest, she was genuinely surprised and for some time tried to find the right words.

«Simon? What are you doing here so late?»

      Finally, she managed to squeeze out something. But those sonorous notes were not read in the voice. Only coldness and hidden malice. At that moment, wanted to close ears so as not to hear it again. Disgusting... Nothing can be returned.       The answer to the question was only silence and a look lowered to the floor. The upset appearance of the young man made the girl take a step forward and open her arms. But instead of Henriksson, a knife blade stuck into the fragile body. Warm scarlet blood immediately hurried to wash away other people's disgusting traces. The flashing pain came too late.       Shock and incomprehension swept over head. Sophie tried to back away, but ended up being brazenly knocked to the cold floor with a thud. The picture before her eyes was distorted. Forces began to leave the girl, while scarlet patterns spread all over her fragile body. There were more and more stab wounds. Pretty eyes soon inevitably faded...       All hidden malice and broken love splashed out, investing in blows. Scarlet blood adorned pale skin, desirable lips and sweet cheeks. Purity again returned to the beloved along with temporary calm. The dead man is always obedient and will always remain with you.       Fervent kisses will bloom on thin skin, leaving a metallic taste as a memory. The touch of still warm hands will finally become special and saturated with feelings. In whispers and tears, the words about love will dissolve. But this is not for long.

«Now you mine..»