Kill me. If you can.
A bullet. A blade. Or anything that could impale my heart.
Come. I shall not even budge, as a gift to your imperfect skills of even grasping the item.
See, now you have a better chance in aiming me. And perhaps from there, I will die instantaneously. Wouldn't I? (smile)
If you could still find the remains of the confidence in you...
Why not.
Comrade.
I have a scarf. Knitted from my beloved sister.
I have a faucet pipe. That acts as my spokesperson in certain deeds.
I have these and that.
But I always wanted something. Something I desired through decades and centuries.
What was it again?
...I put on a little smile, and I remembered.
Wasn't it just you?
No. No and No.
That's what my eyes are trying to tell you.You're a commie that grins like a creep and you're a psycho that makes people blood go cold.
No. No and No.
I hate it when you come so close (I've counted. Approximately 30 cm away from my face.) and shove your "Privyet, comrade" stuff at me.
No. No and No.
I hate it the way you looks so forlorn when I refuse to respond to your friendliness. As always.
No. No and No.
I hate the most when I go soft and reluctantly compel myself to ignore your short melancholic emotions.
No. No and No.
I'm no softie dude.
No.
But the way you look at me...
"I'm sorry." Was the only gibberish I manage to sneak out with my lips barely apart.
... No.
"That's all right little one."And the way you whisper that right into my ears.
"Yea. Thanks dude."
I couldn't say no anymore.
Rusame
"I hate you."Those little words that went out your mouth. Why do they hurt so?
"You're a big fat dummy. "I am? I have never acknowledged of that...
"You should. Since you are. Dummy."Alright. Whatever you say.
"... You shouldn't say that. "Why shouldn't I?
"Cause ya shouldn't. "...
"Ya should have said ' At least I'm not a hamburger brain with ice cream on the top', "I should?
"...Yea. So you're a... Big... Dummy..."Wait, why are you crying?
"Be, because..."
"I hate you so much.... I like you... "
"So get your dumb memories back... Dummy... "
RusAme
It's time like this where I shall make a new page in our lives.
You have not acknowledge my intention yet... So far so good.
But as my heartbeats goes hypersonic, and my stomach churns in a inhumane and abnormal way, I took my last sip of wine, and stood.
Replying your confused gaze with a light smile, I kneeled in front of you.
And in th...at age long 5 seconds, I said it.
"Will you marry me?"
I saw a dead cat by the street.
Oh wait. It's not dead yet.
I stood right beside it, watching it almost intensely with my violet ghoulish eyes.
It's alive. Almost. It's eyes are tightly closed, while beneath it's jaws are great splatters of blood. It's gasping furiously for air, it's throat going up and down on a tremendous pace. For 5 seconds I looked at it. Then I kneeled down and took it by my hands...
"You should live my dear." And with that, I ignored the blood smearing on my hands, and took it.
You should live.
Say it. The words that will make you go insane.
I wouldn't, for my dignity is far too great for doing such an incredible mistake. It's like pushing myself off a rocky cliff and into a straight black pit. I'm too right for this wrong. How could I even bear the grotesque of this infallible truth? But how could I even see through the right or wrongs? ---"I love you." "I love you too."
But it will never end... Through out the whole unexplainable crisis that begun...
-- Because it was wrong since it began.
RusAme
If saying I love you would reverse every nonsense that occurred in our pitiful lives,
"I love you."
If kissing your beautiful rosy red cheeks could get us a single shooting star,
' Smooch'
If hugging your fragile yet warm body could make both of our fears go away,
I will do it again and again until my limbs go numb.
If telling you how miserable I feel without you could stop those crystal droplets from hanging on your beautiful face, I could say it not only through the phone, but through my beating heart.
Please my dear, don't go away. I wish for everything that's everything of pure happiness for the both of us.
I will hold on to your hand as if it's a poor man's gold.
I will, take you away from him, and take you as mine and mine only...
" Alfred----"
" Fredka---"
As I whispered your name in this moonless night---
" You will be mine."
" Вы моим будете."
We've put a curse on ourselves without any hell of a mercy---
