Game Over "Please" she cried. "I'm begging you" my heart swooned, I couldn't do it, I couldn't fall for it. "Don't do this" she whispered. I couldn't take it, her cries echoing around my mind, my eyes now full of tears opened and glared at her, "stop!" I told her, I covered my ears and dropped to the floor "STOP!" I roared. We sat opposite, both year swept, both empty, both heartbroken, both staring into each other eyes knowing it was inevitable, it had to be one of us. I felt deeply for her as she mimed "please" one more time through her tears and Bowed her head. "fine" Broke free from my mouth with a hostile, bitter taste, I knew one of us had to go so...here goes. I thrust the knife into my chest, the pain shot through me and my eyes slammed shut, I hunched forward on my knees & I forced open my eyes to see her reaction, her shock, her gratitude. She sat there looking me in the eyes, her tears has dried & so had her painfully audible cries for help. She smiles a crooked smile that's was sick and twisted. Evil. A yell ripples through me and my mouth dripped with blood, the room darkened as I looked up I saw her she raises from her knees and smiled, whispered two words and was gone. The words echoed around my head and as the room filled with blackness, the pain became numbing, I look across from me. There I am. Lying on the floor, blade in chest, blood soaked clothes still oozing, mumbling her words almost silently to my reflection in the mirror. "Game over..."