Ein Shortcut der vielleicht mehr Fragen aufwirft, als dass er sie beantwortet. Was geschieht, wenn sie eine Person unsterblich verliebt und schwer enttäuscht wird?
Bei diesem SC ist alleine die Fantasie relevant, ist es wirklich die Person, die man glaubt zu kennen oder habe ich nur mit meinen Gedanken gespielt?
Blinde Liebe
Besessen oder auch verrückt passte am Besten auf die Beschreibung des jungen Mannes der mitten in der Nacht auf den Friedhof zwischen den gray, moss-covered grave stones crept around. His wheezing is emerging through small, transparent clouds fog in the air and his heart was beating too fast. Despite the cold, small beads of sweat formed on his forehead with the effort and his chest rose and fell in an irregular rhythm. Zealous, yet had rushed his green eyes and his gaze wandered through the darkness in search of just one goal. The blood that clung to the hands does not bother him, silently dripped to the ground, but it was not his own. Victims would have it be brought and the corpse of the young man behind a bush was at the entrance of the cemetery with his throat cut, was been such a victim.
The young night watchman just stood in the way and was an obstacle which could not tolerate it. Without hesitation, he had been sneaking up on him, shut the mouth and dragged back into the darkness. The man had tried to defend himself, his gun to get close or to scream, but it was useless. Always solid, the unknown had closed his mouth and nose with his hand and when his victim was not quite conscious, he had pulled out of the holder at his side, his hunting knife and slowly cut the throat of the night watchman. The warm blood flowing from the deep wound like a river that overflows its banks. The red, hot Liquid ran only on the arms of his murderer, and finally to his jacket. The material sucked greedily on the fluid, and when the Unknown the guard quietly put on the floor, also called the moist earth takes its toll. The jacket and the circulating down were not fast enough, and so the blood leaked freely into the soil. The stranger had not disturbed, he had moved and had not thrown a view to go back.
With quick steps, he finally reached his goal and fell in front of a grave stone on the knee, at first glance not very different from the others. But for him, the gray stone something special, unique. He gently stroked his hand over and ran his finger the thin, curved letters along. The blood trail he left behind on the cold stone, he noticed not at all. Instead, his body is flooded with a warmth and for the first time in a long time he felt alive again. How he had missed her, her bright blue eyes, her short, blond hair, full red lips, and above all sensual. Everything about her was perfect, her skin smelling of jasmine and was as soft as a young leaf of a just bloomed rose. Their movements were so gentle and had the feeling that they would float when they are at had observed go.
it had managed to tame it, capture the wild, truly, and he'd like to have it done with it. He was their fall with skin and hair would have given up everything for her if she would have asked of him. Even his friends and colleagues had barely recognized him and had them change occurred scary, but had quickly used to it, even if they are missing the old me. That was more than he was only matter, everything was not indifferent to him, only her.
But then it happened, she had made the only mistake they had repented bitterly. He was much earlier come from work and wanted to surprise her with a bouquet of flowers when he's passionate moans of two lovers had heard from the bedroom. He had had nothing to say, was sneaked out of the apartment and was waiting for. He could wait and watch, because that was part of his job. After two hours, finally, a tanned man left the house with a big smile. The young man followed him, the service revolver he had already unlocked. The stranger had happily with his girlfriend, it seemed to him now whether he was a federal agent or not. Love could really make a man blind, and bring to the mind.
As the tanned man eventually turned into a narrow side street, the agent saw his chance. He was discreet and made sure no one was near. "Excuse me," he cried, and the stranger made another mistake in his life, because he turned around. A broad, joyful smile was in his face, but when he saw the man who had caught up with him now, this disappeared immediately. He knew the person who stood facing him, often he had seen the pictures in the apartment of the woman from whom he had just come. But not the fact disturbed him that he had met her boyfriend, but the reason for his horror that his smile now had sold, was the weapon that was pointed at his chest. He wanted to say something, but this he did not come. A shot broke the silence that prevailed in the alley and hit the man went to the ground. With wide eyes he stared at his opponent, pressed his hands on the heavily bleeding wound on his chest. But he could not stop the red, sticky liquid. They oozed between his fingers and dripped onto the floor. A metallic taste also spread into his mouth. A thin trickle of blood ran from his mouth, he tried desperately to breathe, but it was not him. A desperate death rattle sounded in his throat and then he toppled forward. the last time tried the man to breathe, but he was no longer possible. With wide-open eyes in which stood stunned, his soul left the world.
The young man who had fired the shot only looked at the stranger down. His eyes were cold and his heart. All his hopes and dreams were destroyed within minutes by this to him unknown. Without showing a spark of pity, he finally put down his weapon and left - taking care that he has not seen - the alley. He had something else to do, fast and painless, it should be. Even if she had betrayed him, he loved her still. Although the man was dead, with whom she had let himself in, with whom she had betrayed him, he had to make sure that this is not repeated again. Not again, he wanted to experience what he went through at the moment. He hurried back to his apartment, where they would be safe again busy with everyday things. He unlocked the door and entered.
"Hello darling, even at home?", It urged cheerfully from the kitchen, but the agent was not lost on the surprised tone. This only strengthened his resolve to do what he was doing. She had betrayed him and hurt that he just could not Allow. He had a Line must be drawn and prevent that it would happen a second time.
"Hey darling," he greeted her and kissed her neck. She let her head fall back and leaned against him. "Come with me, I have a surprise," he said, lifted the petite woman and carried her into the bedroom. He gently placed it on the edge of top bed and handed her a pad and pen. They just looked at him quizzically.
"I'll tell you something you have to write down for me," he began. Nothing bad was suspecting it to the pen and began writing down his words, but after the first words she realized what it was. Startled, she looked up and looked directly into the barrel of his gun. For much she was in shock, that she could scream or to cry with. Instead, she followed his gentle command only episode and continued to silence. Finally, she signed and put his pen aside.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was no more than a whisper. She knew what would happen, she had just written their own suicide note. She had written on the sheet that she had only her lover and then killed themselves because they disagree with that debt could live longer.
"A silly question," he said, and only cold pressed her gun in his hand. Firmly he grasped their hands, so that any attempt to fight back was totally useless. He carried the gun to her head slowly and put his fingers on hers, which was in turn based on the trigger. Well formed but tears in her blue eyes and the happy rays had always been in it was gone. But even that did not care. When the run finally touched her delicate skin, he pressed them off or better. The bang was somewhat subdued and was not nearly as loud as the one in the alley. Buy any more life out of her body and he let her go.
She fell backwards. Their lifeless eyes staring at the once-white ceiling. Blood splashes and residues in their brain now stuck in it. Slowly but steadily the warm blood from the large wound was on her mind. Never again would they laugh, happy dance around and sing a song and never again, they would deceive him. Without wasting a look at them, he placed the farewell note in the kitchen to the table and left the apartment again.
The following weeks were without it been hard for him. All believed that they had killed himself with his own gun as he quickly wanted to buy. There plenty of it not difficult to mimic the sorrowful and sad bereaved, for he mourned indeed. He had lost the love of his life. He had her blind trust and put his life in her hands and she had just crumpled up and thrown away. But he gave her in the end not to blame, but the other man he had seduced.
Every day he visited her grave and came only to a conclusion. Now, as he knelt in the middle of the night before her grave stone, he was finally ready to do the last step. He did not care what people would think of him, he just wanted to be back with her. She waited for him certainly, her dreams and he did not want to wait any longer. He had at the moment no service weapon because it was made safe and the psychologist had advised them to give him in his moment of constitutional a weapon . This fool - he did not but that he could stay this way? A knife was a deadly weapon and that he was now in order to put an end to his life. The same gun with which he had killed the night watchman. For a moment he looked at his wrist in the pale moonlight, the dark core could be correctly identified. Without hesitation, he rammed the downright Tip of the knife into the skin and drew the blade slowly upward. It burned like fire, but he enjoyed the pain. Warm blood gushed out, it really flowed along the arm and dripped onto the floor. To be absolutely sure that he was dying, he repeated it with a trembling hand on the right. He felt like he was getting weaker as the cold drove slowly into his body and his mind from drifting. But he felt more than comfortable. Soon he would be with his lover, and all pain, both physically and mentally, would be forgotten. He noted that it took a little longer than expected, but the night watchman was dead, so no one would come to save him to do. Finally, his body was still so weak that he was much ahead. The hand that had lain on the cold stone slid down and left a bloody trail. Blood Steeped
finally was this ground, as the young man who was blind with love, breathed his last had done. Whether he had seen his true love ever again, one would never know.
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