Page 153 of The Cute Psycho

But the more I look at him, so confident in his decision, so nonchalant about throwing me away, I realize that why should I?

One thing I'd asked of him. Just one.

Never abandon me...

I don't care how much he abuses me, or my body, or how much shit he throws my way. I was ready to accepteveryfacet of him—the killer, the animal and the lover. But there's no lover, is there? There's only an emotionless machine wearing the guise of a human.

And suddenly I see how futile everything is.

He's smug as he regards me, probably waiting for me to get to my knees and beg him not to abandon me. After all, that's what someone asunwantedas me would do, no?

But I can't... I don't know if he means the words he said or not, but said them he did.

And they hurt.

Worse than the pain in my shoulder, or the one between my legs. They hurt in ways I don't think are healable.

I love him, even when he is not lovable. I love him, but I can't go against myself, forsaking everything I've built for myself just for some fake love.

"I see," I answer slowly.

And for the love I bear him, I'm willing to give himonemore chance.

"Stop pushing me away, Vlad. I'm still here. And I will still be here if you want me to. You don't have to lie to hurt me..." I trail off when he starts laughing.

The moment my heart breaks... irrevocably.

"Lie? To hurt you? God, Sisi, who do you think you are?" He keeps laughing, pinning me down with those deadly eyes of his.

Empty.

"You're not the only woman on this earth, for fuck's sake," he chuckles. "Fair enough, I tried to see if you could help me, and now that you've failed I just don't need you anymore. It's as simple as that."

"I see," I answer bleakly. "You've made your choice." I nod at him, holding myself straight in spite of the pain, in spite of the way my entire soul fractures under the weight of his words.

"Choice," he shakes his head, "don't be so dramatic. It was a simple matter of trial and error. And well," he smiles, "it seems this was an error."

Grabbing the nearest knife I spot, I tighten my fingers around it, noting a slight reaction in his eyes.

"And now I make mine," I tell him before grasping onto the length of my hair, pulling it forward and cutting through it with the blade.

Once my dearest possession, now it's just a pile of crap.

Strands fall to the floor, becoming soaked in blood. His gaze doesn't stray from me as I keep cutting until the entire length has been severed.

Flinging it to his feet, I do my best to be strong.

"If you can throw me away, then so can I. But make no mistake, from this moment onward you aredeadto me." How I'm not sobbing my eyes out right now, I don't know.

But as I look at my hair, dead and gathered at his feet, I know it's just a matter of time before I break. And I don't want to give him the satisfaction of watching what's left of my heart shatter to even tinier pieces.

"I told you once, Vlad, I would take anything you dish out at me—anything, as long as you never abandoned me." I take a deep breath, the knife falling to the floor. "From this moment on, we are strangers," I declare, for his benefit and for mine, too.

He doesn't react, like I knew he wouldn't. He just shrugs, not even looking at my hair as he moves past me, leaving me behind.

I will survive.

I've survived for so long, there's nothing that can really kill me now.

But as I watch his retreating figure, I realize some part of me did die today.

A part I may never get back.

TO BE CONTINUED

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