"I knew I was angry before; I saw a professional. I wasn't angry anymore. I didn't notice it until now. I didn't think it came back. I didn't mean to hurt you." He looked down at the mangled body, twisted in unnatural positions. Blood was on the victim's face, she looked beautiful, unnatural. He looked at his hands. Blood. He looked at the floor. Blood. He looked once more at the victim. Blood.

"I'm sorry. I love you. I never wanted to hurt you." A tear trickled down his face landing in a pool of her blood. The blood danced in its place as his tear mingles with it. The dance of the blood ended as he said, "I can't stay. This is your fault! You and your cynical attitude! I hate you, I hate you!" he paused, "I love you." He dragged her body into the trunk of his car. He got in and drove away.