A tear fell from her eyes and stained his cheek. Her glossy gaze peered into those cerulean eyes of his, and then it finally travelled down towards his chest where she saw her palm tightly gripping her own wrist, in order to stop that knife from tearing his heart in two.
The tip of the knife had slightly pricked his chest, causing a drop of his blood to stain it.
All the intentions, all that desperation, all that madness to end her suffering faded that very moment when she looked into his eyes because they made her realise…she would have to turn these eyes soulless in order to end her pain.
She would have to stop the beating of his heart to free her mind from that cruel cage of pain and suffering, and her heart didn't seem to permit this.
Her heart was not in favour of taking that man
