those eyes

"what... are you doing?"

I managed to ask her while looking directly into her eyes...
The same brown eyes that captivated my heart for the first time months ago
and... still do.
Because everything it's so perfect, when I see her eyes... even now,
Perfect eyes... despite they are getting full of tears...
tears of... love, tears... because a goodbye...

I try to caress her hair with my last strenght
careful, loving... that scent...
her determined but horrorized gaze shocked me,
while holding the knife that she inserted into my chest
I asked her again (and maybe for the last time)

"what are you doing?"
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Edited by Rose Lachenhild