Romance & Reality

Content warning: Dark themes ahead. This is a work of fiction, not a confession, intention, or endorsement of violence.

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Thursday, September

05:36|pm

I did it.

I didn’t mean to do it.

But you pushed me.

You pushed me to no end.

I had no choice.

Darling,

I had no choice.

How could you push me in such a way?

Test me in such a way?

Knowing that I’d follow through on my word,

Without question.

My love,

You know that my wrath,

My rage,

Is from the boundless pit of vengeance.

How could you push me?

Darling,

How could you push me?

Nevertheless,

It’s done.

And I don’t regret it.

I’d do it all over again.

For you.

For me.

For us,

To continue on eternally.

Peacefully.

You know that I will.

Deliverance upon my word

Has never failed us.

You know that I will,

Because of all the times that you have.

So please,

My sweet,

Don’t make me do it again.

And if you do,

Well...

Surely yours,

Analise.

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