He was wearing a mask and held a knife up to my neck. I did not cry nor scream for help. I asked ''can I see the face of the person who is taking my life?'' He pulled the mask from his face with a tear running down it. As I looked up at him I realized it was the man I loved for so long. A stream of tears ran from my eyes as I smiled up at him. My final words to him were "I love you." The blade of the knife slid across my throat and took my life. He set my dead corpse on the ground, softly kissed my forehead and said "I love you too." Pulling the mask back over his face he got up and left me laying in a pool of my own blood.
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