slapsticksanity
The only thing left to move into the apartment was the couch. It was a nasty old couch they had found at a garage sale somewhere in upstate New York. How she loved it; she had always been partial to antiques of any variety. He loved it because he loved her. He knew that for sure, couch or no couch.
He approached the skeleton; it stood, head hung, arms dangling at it's sides. He was but two feet from it now. Looking into the holes where it's eyes once were, he suddenly felt a shiver up his spine as he noticed it's smile.
I wrapped my fingers around the stem, this was a beautiful specimen and I knew you'd love it. I rose from my knees and extended the flower towards you. Taking it with both hands, careful not to harm it, I saw your eyes grow larger and illuminate your gorgeous face. Your smile lit up my world like I never though possible and everything was alright. The only reassurance I ever needed was you.
The bog was entirely empty, save one crane. He stood erect, surveying the world from one leg. The breeze displaced a few feathers on his wing. Soon he would return home to his nest, it had been an unsuccessful day of hunting.
In the end it would seem he had given his best effort for the sake of saving the one person he thought would be worth his life. Little did he know his valiant efforts were lost at the feet of her unfaithfulness. He had died in vain.
She was braiding her hair in the bathroom, he had no idea what he said to upset her so. Sitting on the bed going over their conversation the night before, he couldn't help but wonder if this was really working.
I wade in dangerous waters
Don't let me pull this trigger
Don't let me paint these walls
I don't want to say this is your fault
But it is
I've never known love
But this is as close as I've come
It's unrequited
That's the problem
I'll never have you
Please don't let me pull this trigger...
After he crushed her skull he knew he had to hide the body. He began ripping up the kitchen floorboards that night.
He saw a flash of brown fur, antlers peeked out from behind and oak. He steadied his rifle, "Say goodbye to starving," he muttered.
Though he failed to complete his life in as full a manner as he had hoped, the last few moments of his existence were carried out in such a fantastic way, with her by his side...
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