Too Late
Made her jealous on purpose he
tried. When the girl asked, do
you love me? on purpose he
lied. He played with jealousy
like it was a game. Little did he
know things would never be the
same. His plan was working but
he had no clue. How wrong
things would go the damage he
would do. One night she broke
down, feeling very alone. Just
her and her blade, no one else
home. She dialed his number,
he answered hello she told
him she loved him and hung up
the phone. He raced to her
house just a minute too late.
Beside her was a note, in it her
confesion. Her love for this boy
her only obsession. As he read
the note, he knelt down and
cried. Grabbed her knife, that
night they both died. She was
found in his arms, both of them
dead. Under her note his
handwritting said :i loved her,
but she never knew, all this
time i
loved her too.
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