IMAN SITS NEXT TO THE EMPTY SHELL OF A MAN SHE ONCE CALLED HER LOVE.
HAVE YOU EVER SAT NEXT TO SOMEONE WHO ONCE COMPLETED YOU...AND NOW MAKES YOU FEEL MORE ALONE THAN YOU EVER HAVE BEFORE.THIS IS WHERE IMAN IS. SHE CAN'T TALK TO HIM...DOESN'T LOVE HIM, CAN'T STAND HIM... AND SHE HATES HERSELF MORE FOR ALL THOSE FACTS. INSTEAD OF TELLING HIM ANYTHING SHE KEEPS IT HIDDEN...CRIES HERSELF TO SLEEP EVERY NIGHT, AND BLANKLY TELLS HIM SHE LOVES HIM.
IMAN IS STUCK IN HER OWN PERSONAL HELL.
COWARDLY AND QUIETLY SHE LIVES HER LIFE, NOT KNOWING AN OUTLET. HE USED TO BE HER OUTLET...NOW HE'S HER REGRET...THE ONLY THING SHE REGRETS. IMAN GOES INTO HER KITCHEN...GRABS THE GIN, ICE, CUP, AND A KNIFE.
SHE POURS A DRINK AND WALKS TO THE LIVING ROOM. "YOU'RE GOIG TO NEED THIS..." SHE HANDS HIM THE DRINK. HE LOOKS UP AT HER WITH HIS BIG, BLUE CARING EYES...
SHE HOLDS THE KNIFE TO HER OWN THROAT AND SWIPES...A CLEAN SLIT ALL THE WAY ACROSS. HE SCREAMS AS SHE FALLS TO THE FLOOR...HER BLOOD POOLING AT HIS FEET. HE WIMPERS OUT HER NAME.
A COWARD...SHE DIES.
-JI3
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