“SHUT UP!” she screamed.
“It haunts me, Kyoko,” Shinbe held her tighter. “You haunt me,” he whispered, sounding defeated.
“Shut up, please,” Kyoko begged, going still as her fist twisted in his shirt.
“As I made love to you,” Shinbe closed his eyes damning himself. “You thought it was just a dream.” He caught her as her knees buckled. “Kyoko,” he felt like he was bleeding somewhere inside, he could feel the knife twisting.
Both of Kyoko’s fists were still tangled in his shirt as she concentrated on the ground. He was lying. “You never said anything, because it didn’t happen,” she watched as a tear fell and hit the hated grass. “IT never happened.”
Shinbe felt the jagged edges of the illusive knife as it cut through his abused and tattered heart. “I was frightened of what I’d done to y
