Closing the lid, I smile at the black velvet box. Black, our favorite color.
Today is his birthday, and I have the perfect gift for him. I nervously look down to check my dress. Today, I have to look perfect. Smoothing down any creases on my dress, I look in the mirror. Ready for the big day I say to myself.
Reaching the party, I walk inside and search the familiar light brown eyes. The moment our eyes meet, I feel the time freeze around us. He grins showing me his dimples. His always messy hair are perfectly styled today to match his crisp black tuxedo. He looks perfect. Perfect and just for me. I come out of my trance and sashay towards him.
“You don’t have to bring any gift for me, June.” He says while looking at the box in my hand.
I move forward and hug him.
“Happy Birthday my dear and this is not your gift. I am.” I whisper in his ear and move back.
He turns stiff but relaxes quickly.
“Thank you.” He says, confusion lacing his voice.
I move away from him as people surround him and give him wishes. He is busy talking with others and I am busy watching him. Jealousy is coursing through my veins whenever any girl touches him. ‘He is mine and mine only.‘ I mutter to myself.
After downing a few drinks, nonalcoholic, I must add. I decide It’s time for the action.
“Come with me for a minute please, it’s urgent,” I tell him as I find him with an old couple.
After bidding farewell to the couple, we reach his room. He is leaning on the table and looks at me with a questioning look. I place the black box behind him on the table and stand in front of him. I place my hands on the nape of his neck and move closer to him.
“You look so good in this black tuxedo” I breathed in his ear. Moving my hands to his shoulder blades, I hug him but he is standing still.
“Do you even know how furious I was when everyone was looking at you with their evil eyes. I love you so much that I wanted to crush every eye who looks at you with lust” I say angrily.
“What are you saying? We’re friends, June! You already know I like someone else” He scolds me and pushes me away.
“The Harpy of yours is nothing in front of me!” I snarl. “Why can’t you like me? Love me? I’m the one who always supports you, who was there since your childhood. I know you more than you know yourself! If I can love you, why can’t you love me?”
“You know this, I never saw you other than just friends. We are friends and that is not going to change”
I pace furiously in the room. I try to explain to him that that harpy he claims to like, is nothing but a gold digger. My blood boils every single time he defends her.
My eyes started tearing up and before I know, my tears flow out. His anger seems to leave at the sight of my tears but I am unable to see any other option than the black velvet box.
I move toward him and hug him tightly.
“For the sake of old times, this is our last hug. Let me savor it.” I sob against his chest while opening the box behind his back.
I move slightly away from him and cry more on seeing his face.
“You’ve left me no option.” I cry.
“What do you mean?” He asks with panic in his eyes.
I take the knife out of the box and quickly drive it in his stomach and twist it.
He gasps but I cover his mouth with my hand before he screams. ” Sorry love, I have to do this. If u cannot be mine then I won’t let you be anybody else’s.
” Sorry love, I have to do this. If you’re not mine, you cannot be anyone’s.”
I smile sadly as I stare in his eyes. The eyes which are not lively anymore. They’re dead.
We lived together. We died together.
Placing him on the bed, I lie down with him, a sad smile pasted on my face.and cut my own wrist.
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