It is the dead of night.
She sat up on her bed.
Fiddling with her black brown curly hair.
Her dark brown eyes stare into the black sheets of her bed.
The eerie silence of the darkness in the bedroom makes her mellow.
Wondering all about those sleepless nights...
She cannot find a peace of mind.
Sighing miserably.
She stares for a little bit longer...and begins to cry quietly.
Thinking of those painful memories, makes her break.
Takes out a butcher knife that she stole from the kitchen earlier.
And begins to slit her wrists, deeply.
Slowly as she was dieing, she wrote, "I loved him until death...."
And wrote his name.
Wiping blood onto her lips, she kissed his name....
While she had her last sleepless night...
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