"I'm sorry." He said, "It's not me, it's you."
There's only two things in this world that upset me. Death, and pompous men. I waited for months, just so he wouldn't leave me. And right after I'd slept with him, I heard the words every girl doesn't want to hear.
"I'm sorry."
It makes me grit my teeth, knowing he just up and left me that way. I was shocked when it happened. And then... I was angry. Maybe too angry. Do you know why I was angry?
"It's not me, it's you."
And he meant it too. It wasn't him. Oh no, he wasn't the one that left on his own accord. It was me. I don't know what the hell I did to make him leave, but I made him. Oh yes. I was very angry. One phrase... Two seconds... Three items of clothing... and four steps out the door.
"It's you..."
I woke up the next morning, getting my clothes on, going on in the normal way, as if he'd never been there. Suddenly, I wasn't so angry anymore. But, I couldn't just dwell like this. I had to do something.
"You..."
One axe... Two nights later... Three steps into the house, Four seconds of listening. I walked into his bedroom, his sheets rustling and giggles running through the house. I walked in and tapped his back. He looked up in horror as I smiled sadistically at the two of them.
"I'm sorry..." I said, raising the axe, "It's not me... it's you."
(( On a note, I have had no boyfriends, and am not a sadistic killer. d: x3 Just an FYI. ))
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