You turned your back on me she said.

She was only your best friend. She used baby oil for Christ sakes. Remember what I said sweety? Vous avez mon seulement ans. I meant what I said, even if you’re the second person I’ve said that to this week. Don’t be angry it makes you look ugly, which is what prompted me to stray in the first place. I’m a guy this is how it’s supposed to be. Let’s not break stride. Let these words made of brass soak into your apathetic heart and love me like you always have. Will you walk with me with your hand embraced in mine? Let us start over again my love. Let the cycle of hurt that I’ve choked you with for so long be reborn.

She smiled and took my hand. We walked down the steps towards the oak trees past the cobblestone driveway. She let go of my hand. Mired in my own magnificence, I continued alone. The knife cascaded down the back of her forearm. This girl had no idea what just hit her, and neither would I. This is the one time that I shouldn’t have turned my back on her…