Hopeless Romance

A day of bliss turned into a life of nightmare.

• Horror
• Mystery
• Drama

								
Friday..


10/31/20××


1:34 AM.


It felt.. amazing. The day that was now behind him. Absolutely nothing had gone wrong for him. A bright smile was smothered along his sly face. His cold, tender hands felt along his suits buttons, his fingernail feeling around them in order to slither the golden buttons outside of the hole, the fabric stretching. After a few moments of such task, he slid a hanger off of the nightstand that sat beside him, left there this morning for easy access, the smooth wood making the action easier. It nearly fell off, however. The man was able to cling onto the metal before it could fall, bringing it upwards as he slid it into his suits shoulders, patting it down for any dust that had collected onto it as the day progressed. His smile remained, noticing not an ounce of dust was coming off, showing that his expensive wear laid untouched through the day. He hooked the hanger onto a metal bar inside of the closet, taking a mental note that he needs to take it to the dry cleaners in the morning before he started his work. Wrapped his hand around his neck, the man had fumbled around for his tie knot, unraveling it from further pressing on his neck. The relief was unmatched at that moment, the smooth tie feeling cold in his hands. He placed it down onto the nightstand, patting it down, reminding the inanimate object to stay put. Lastly, the man crouched down, slipping his fingers in between the heel of his shoe and his own heel, pulling it back in order to slip his foot out with ease. He repeated the process for the second shoe, the inside feeling weirdly hot. He paired the two shoes together, placing them next to the door, ready to wear for tomorrow. He turned around rolling his shoulder’s around in order to ease the tension they had.. or, he thought they had. Unlike most days, their was none. His bones never made a sound. His stress filled posture was washed away. Ever since this morning, he had been the happiest man that stood on Earth. The man’s smile grew larger once he realized such, only now walking away from the door, making sure to close it before he did. His legs took him over toward the kitchen, as his eyes surveyed around the area, searching for the same plastic container he had always came home to, which contained a mixture of tender, pan fried chicken, and lightly salted white rice, with a note expressing love sitting atop of it. However, he didn’t find such thing. It was strange. This wasn’t particularly normal, but perhaps the loving person who makes the food in the first place was busy with other homely tasks, forgetting about the food. The chances of such were low, but of course not impossible. The man took a deep breath, exhaling out as his smile still remained, the thought of his lover filling his mind was pure joy.



”[Unintelligible.]!”



…



”[Unintelligible.]!”



No answer came from his calls, his face twisting from joyful into confused. Where were they? Surely, they had been home. Then why not answer his calls? The man moved from his spot, walking over toward his bedroom door, which was unusually closed.



…



The air around him tensed up, his breathing paused. His eyes stared at the metallic handle, his body shaking as the feeling of dread engulfed around his body. Something beckoned him.. to not open that door. To keep it closed and never peep inside. To get out the house, turn, and never come back. But his heart.. his heart did it anyway. His hand was clenched tightly around the handle, as he slowly opened the door. His eyes stared forward, his hearts emotions coming to an abrupt silence. His pupils dilated inward, his eyes expressing a state of pure terror. His chest felt heavy, his hands became hot, sweat dripping down them, as a bead of it formed on his forehead. He opened his mouth, his vocal cords trilling. Nothing came out but a raspy gasp. He couldn’t speak. His neck felt tight. His legs felt weaker. His eyes became watery, a tear stuck on the button of his eye.


What did he see?


Through his sunken eyes, his vision perceived what no man wanted to look at. His lovers body, strung up to the ceiling by a hand braided rope, pieces of linen sticking out of the sides. It was wrapped unreasonably tight around her slim neck, the pieces had clearly pierced into it, dried out blood spread around the rope as well as her beautiful white dress, now tainted with that crimson red liquid. Her face.. oh god, her beautiful face, her enchanting smile. It was gone. Her face was swollen, blood vessels puffing around her cheeks. Her skin, a dark red with purple scattered throughout. And her eyes, her beautiful blue eyes that once resembled the sky, now bulging out of her skull, her eyes rolled around the back of her head, as dried blood seeped out the bottom of her eyes. All the man could muster.. was vomiting. And then, an ear aching screech of agony.



His fiancée had hung and killed herself.



On his own birthday.



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Saturday.


10/19/2022.



”….”



Water sprayed onto the floor, coating the already soaked ground with more liquid, carrying dirt, pills, and other various substances. The cause of such mess was a man, who was lying in a bathtub, blood flowing around in the water. He had a bottle of whiskey dangling in his right hand, half empty and waiting to be finished off. The source of the blood laid on the mans wrists, which were covered in random, crazed slashes. Not enough to kill.. but enough to feel. Something. Anything at all. Yet it didn’t work- well, it did for a damned while. But nowadays.. it’s just another scar across his arm. In his left hand was the culprit of such cuts, a broken, near rusted razor with blood dripping from its clean, spotless tip. It slid out from in between his fingers, running down with the water and flowing into the drain. A harsh, raspy cough exploded from the mans mouth, saliva flailing from his mouth. Such motion had.. to his dismay, woken him up. The half empty bottle dropped from his hand, as he slammed his palm into his nose, a loud, agitated groan coming from under his hand.
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