My Goddess
My Goddess
She taunts me. Her eyes, filled with tears, cut into my soul. Her stifled sobs echo in my ears, and I can feel the heat rise in the back of my neck. My ears burn, my blood pulses through me, and my heart pounds in my chest.
She didn�t have to do what she did. She could have passed up my offer with the slightest hint of respect. Instead, she chose to laugh at me. Her voice still rings in my memory. Her words are etched into my brain.
�What would I want with someone like you?�
Someone like me, she had jeered. I would have given her everything. I would have obeyed her every command, committed myself to fulfilling her every wish. I would have been her knight�yet she spurned my pleas.
That�s why I brought her here. She had to see the temple I had built to house the goddess that is she. I wanted her to understand. The photographs on the walls, images of her many moods, are a testament to my devotion to her. I have kissed the air around us with her perfume, so that her scent�her spirit�can be with me when she is not. Perhaps now she can comprehend.
But she doesn�t. I look into her eyes, and all I see is fear. Her tears spill out over her cheeks, and I reach to brush them away. I don�t want her to fear me.
She jerks away from my touch, but not very far. When she spurned my embrace, I had to offer an artificial one, to bind her here. Now, in the emerald slices of her eyes, I see hatred, anger�and further rejection.
Sadness overwhelms me as I reach for the object on the desk beside me. I didn�t want things to turn out this way. Why couldn�t she just consider me? What�s so wrong with being loved unconditionally?
My hand closes around the knife, and my finger caresses the base of the blade. It feels so elegant, so sleek�so cold. Just like her. I brush it gently down the length of her cheek, and the fear returns. It soothes the pain of her anger, but only by a hair�s breadth. I don�t want her fear. I only want her love.
My resolve strengthens abruptly, and I strike. The blade finds its mark, and I feel the blood flow over my fingers. I can hear her screams, and I stab again. I must drown her out. Her cries pierce my soul. Once more, I thrust with the blade.
Weakened, I fall to my knees, and then collapse against the wall. Her screams fade away, and I find an uneasy peace. Her shock at my actions took me by surprise. She must have known what the outcome of this would be.
After all, I could never hurt her.
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