• The screams were silenced by the falling snow. "Why?" she screamed,"why are you doing this?" "Because," he said as he walked towards her.The blood slowly dripped off of his blades making a trail on the pure white snow, a trail through the bodies of his so called friends. She tried to get up and run, but he was faster than her, he always had been, and now always will be. "I've always loved you, so please stop doing this," she cried as he grabbed hold of her arm, "No you don't, you've always loved him," he gestured towards the closest body." I'm doing this because you chose him, I'm going to send you to hell along with your lover." He slowly brought the blade upwards, and right before he drove it into her chest he whispered," I love you." Her dark-red blood splattered his face and the surrounding snow, adding to the gruesome scene. He tilted his head upwards to the clouded sky and began to laugh, he had killed the only person he had ever truly cared for. The bitter wind blew carrying his laughter and his sanity across the landscape.
    If only she hadn't chosen that ungrateful human over him.
    If only she hadn't broken his heart.
    If only she had chosen him. If only.