-cute love story-

“I like spending time alone with you.”

“Me too.” We sat in silence.

“I love you.”

“How much?”

“I’d give you anything.”

“Like what?” Your eyes wandered.

“I’d give you my whole heart.”

“Would you really?”

“Of course.”

“Show me.” You didn’t move.

“Show me,” I repeated. You finally turned and kissed me hard on the lips. “Thanks,” I whispered as I hugged you. “More?”

“No, it’s my turn.” I let go of you, stood up, pulled out a handgun, and shot you twice in the head. I knelt down to rip off your blood-splattered—but otherwise clean—white shirt so that I could wrap it around your mangled face. A shame you had a pretty face. After retrieving an ax, I slammed it onto your chest. It took a lot of effort just to break through the breastbone and some ribs. But it was worth it. I caught my breath as I saw your heart beat its final beat before I pulled the warm organ out of your broken body with sweat dripping from my hair and blood trickling down my arms. You really would give me your whole heart.