I Loved You, So I Killed You.

"Because I Love You, I Killed You." This Is My Form of Love.
Under the crimson moon, she held a single love in her heart. The more she loved, the more she wanted to destroy; the more she desired, the more she wanted to burn everything down. The blade in her hand was cold, yet even the wounds it carved were precious. Stroking a blood-stained cheek, she whispered "Hey, do you love me?"
If love exists in this world, it comes with pain. The moment they exchanged their final kiss, she drove the blade in without hesitation. The clash of madness and passion was like a beautiful dance, intertwining their fates with every motion.
Craving, craving, there's no turning back. Dance until you break. You donot need your wings anymore, do you? God has long since fallen asleep this is not salvation. It is just the inevitable end of those who drowned in love. Until you bloom beautifully, again and again.