The white tiled floor was beautiful.
As the sparkling scarlet sea slowly but steadily expanded its reach with innocent intent. Much like a baby finally enjoying the liberation of walking.
It was strangely satisfying, as I watched it make its way to encroach on more white stainless squares.
I close my eyes and feel relief. I feel escape from the memories she cursed me with, from the burden of guilt I carried from loving her, from her existence that was a constant reminder of who I once was; Of who I once loved.
I take a look at my hands. They’re red and pasty but colored enough to highlight the uniqueness of my palm prints; my identity.
Killing her has shown me who I truly am. Free and afraid, Dirty and unashamed.
Regret, Love, Liberation, Anger and guilt all mix with our memories to form a blend our taste buds can only comprehend as water.
I look to the sleeping girl beside me.
“Was it good for you too?”