I loved you.  We loved each other. But your definition of love is different to mine. is love. Abusing is love. Murdering is love. The four letter word that holds no definite meaning. But even if right now I am dead inside, I am still alive, still loving but with no hope. All I wished for was a thorn less rose but you gave me a one which killed me. Made me bleed inside, yearning for your cold love. But all there was to comfort me was the line that you sang: “Every rose has its thorns.” 

“Honey?” I asked as I heard the door open

“I’m not your honey so don’t call me that.” He harshly replied. A pain lanced through my heart the moment he spoke. I didn’t reply, but suddenly his cold dry hands hit my cheek. My heart beat loudly and tears blurred my vision as my head was turned by the force of his hit. My hair blocked my view to him but I tucked my brown messy hair behind my right ear. The same ear that he kissed so lovingly during our dates and the ear that he whispered “I love you” into. Oh, how I wish I would be loved by him. But I suppose every rose has its thorns.

My cheek burned at the touch. I turned my head to view this monster who I loved so very much and all I could do was stare at his ghostly face. I didn’t know him. He wasn’t the Sehun I had fallen in love with or was it?