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It was dark out, not even the moon lit her face as I pushed the 190-pound cart along. My mind seemed blank in a way. But also buzzing in a frequency I shouldn't be able to hear. It hurt. It hurt like she hurt me. It hurt like my head was going to bust.

Nothing. Everything. Silence and voices and screaming and laughing and... buzzing. Nothing. Everything.

I had to stop. Them cold night air flushed my cheeks. The wind seemed to shoot through the stained fabric of my jacket sleeves. I took a look around, and lit a cigarette. I don't smoke. Tried it only once. But for some reason, on my way home earlier this evening, it seemed fitting to pick up a pack.

I inhaled the fag's smoke, holding back the cough because the pain in my throat felt right. Like I finally could feel something other than the usual numbness. It was really hard, and my eyes watered, but it was all I could do.

After half of the stick had disintegrated into the smoky fabric that now also stained my clothes, I moved on. No point in wasting starlight. Funny. Because there wasn't really light.

Everything had to be perfect.

The buzzing came back as I reached the edge of the cliff. Below me, way far down so far it almost seemed impossible to move it there, the polluted water rushed too heavily for anyone to realize there could be a thousand dead bodies swimming around. Funny. Because all of a sudden, it reminded me of Hercules. But she didn't like that one.

I pushed the cart to dump out my once precious luggage. I had to then push it right side up, just to see her once perfect face one more time. Not a scratch.

All in all, I was kinda proud, and half-way sad. It only took three stabs to the heart, you know. She wasn't crying a lot, so her eyes weren't too discolored. It's really strange how the human body is so strong, yet can be taken down so, so easily. I could tell she wasn't that startled, really. She had no self-defense. Even put down the kitchen knife she held. Maybe she was asking for it. Waiting for it.

I closed her eyes, not wanting to get that desperate plea from them any longer.

Buzzing. So loud. Screaming. Deaf and not. In and out. In and out. Updownupdownupdown. And bang your head against the ceiling.

I closed my eyes for two seconds and when I opened them, I'm ready.

I took a deep breath before picking her body as well as I could then throwing it over the cliff. I took a few moments to watch it. Beautiful. She hit the side of the cliff, landed face up in the water, floating. She always did have that awesome ability to float in the swimming pool. Her shirt was up slightly, reminding me of how I use to admire those lines of skin near the cute little dip-in dent.

I threw my jacket down as well, where it landed right next to her feet.

In the morning, I would file a missing persons report. In two months, I would call and tell them it was me. And they would never find me... alive.

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It was dark out, not even the moon lit her face as I pushed the 190-pound cart along. My mind seemed blank in a way. But also buzzing in a frequency I shouldn't be able to hear. It hurt. It hurt like she hurt me. It hurt like my head was going to bust.

Nothing. Everything. Silence and voices and screaming and laughing and... buzzing. Nothing. Everything.

I had to stop. Them cold night air flushed my cheeks. The wind seemed to shoot through the stained fabric of my jacket sleeves. I took a look around, and lit a cigarette. I don't smoke. Tried it only once. But for some reason, on my way home earlier this evening, it seemed fitting to pick up a pack.

I inhaled the fag's smoke, holding back the cough because the pain in my throat felt right. Like I finally could feel something other than the usual numbness. It was really hard, and my eyes watered, but it was all I could do.

After half of the stick had disintegrated into the smoky fabric that now also stained my clothes, I moved on. No point in wasting starlight. Funny. Because there wasn't really light.

Everything had to be perfect.

The buzzing came back as I reached the edge of the cliff. Below me, way far down so far it almost seemed impossible to move it there, the polluted water rushed too heavily for anyone to realize there could be a thousand dead bodies swimming around. Funny. Because all of a sudden, it reminded me of Hercules. But she didn't like that one.

I pushed the cart to dump out my once precious luggage. I had to then push it right side up, just to see her once perfect face one more time. Not a scratch.

All in all, I was kinda proud, and half-way sad. It only took three stabs to the heart, you know. She wasn't crying a lot, so her eyes weren't too discolored. It's really strange how the human body is so strong, yet can be taken down so, so easily. I could tell she wasn't that startled, really. She had no self-defense. Even put down the kitchen knife she held. Maybe she was asking for it. Waiting for it.

I closed her eyes, not wanting to get that desperate plea from them any longer.

Buzzing. So loud. Screaming. Deaf and not. In and out. In and out. Updownupdownupdown. And bang your head against the ceiling.

I closed my eyes for two seconds and when I opened them, I'm ready.

I took a deep breath before picking her body as well as I could then throwing it over the cliff. I took a few moments to watch it. Beautiful. She hit the side of the cliff, landed face up in the water, floating. She always did have that awesome ability to float in the swimming pool. Her shirt was up slightly, reminding me of how I use to admire those lines of skin near the cute little dip-in dent.

I threw my jacket down as well, where it landed right next to her feet.

In the morning, I would file a missing persons report. In two months, I would call and tell them it was me. And they would never find me... alive.