Lay, You

[Murderer]

***

Glass bottles were sprawled out across the room, the smell of liquor was dancing in the air, lingering like lost souls. The tranparent material showed the ruby orange alcohol, that swirled in the glass cup. The ice cubes tinkling when they collided with the small cup.

One by one, he dropped the pictures into the flames. There were polaroids. Post cards. Black and White film. Letters. Almost everything in the box was downed into the fire.

It was burning, ever so brightly but his heart was dull and dark as he tried to mask his feelings and place everything behind him. His eyes closed briefly, his warm breath escaping his beautiful lips.

If there was a pill that could make him forget everything, he would, because remembering is terrible especially if your hands got stained by the crimson red blood of your beloved.

He was never forced to do so, he did it willingly and that was what haunt him and make him so miserable. It was karma, they say.
He, Zhang Yi Xing, murdered his fiance.