Love and Trust are like...

“There comes a time when you stop being afraid and you just jump.

You don’t even look ahead, you just let one foot fall in front of the other and forget everything you know. Forget about your drunken mother past out on the kitchen floor every other night since you were seven. You forget about your abusive pedophile uncle and your deadbeat dad. Even your lowlife brother after he stabbed you in the heart with a pair of broken scissors, forget them. We’re at a point now where the purple below and the red above merge at a fork in the road.”

“I have to say, if I-I didn’t have this heart shaped scar on my chest,

I don’t think I’d have a heart at all. The colorful detail tattooed over my memories of them with the red above and the bruised purple beneath… they melt together perfectly blending two halves of different hearts; reminds me that love and trust can be so… silly.”

“I’d forget my own name if I could but it’s burnt into me as deep as this dagger

can cut yet still I remember. Forgetting your name isn’t the only piece to the puzzle. It begins with this… “

He places a finely carved, ebony dagger in her dirtied, blood stained right

hand, and pressed it against her chest. She bites her lip as if to brace herself from the pain. Her lipstick smeared and faded across her lips, her mascara smudged and stained on her grimy cheeks, she cringes a little at the pain. Her hand trembles beneath his as they drag the blade across her flesh, cutting into her tattooed scar. Her left wrist held firmly by his grip, they lay scratch upon scratch, digging into her until the blood that was purple below filled and spilled over her wound and down her chest in a light vermeil stream. Pressing her left hand into it, he shows her the red liquid. Staring silently and together still holding the dagger, he shifts his left arm around her waist allowing her to freely examine her blood.

“There comes a moment when there needs to be an end. Think of it as a

cosmic restart button, Doll. It’s easier to get where you’re going if you forget where you came from. Tell me, do you hurt?”

“N-no, just scared.” She whispers, still holding her hand in front of her.

With his left hand, he presses his palm crossed her ripped flesh, as he

places a kiss on her velvet neck and turns her to look at him. Wiping his thumb across her bottom lip, he draws up their hands that share the dagger and press it hard against her torn scar. Keeping his palm on her jaw and cheek, he forces her watering eyes to look into his as they together trace the lines they made just until her first tear fell.

“Haven’t you even felt this sensation, of your own two hands being the cause

of your pain? I know all about your attempts, as clear as day upon your wrists. Why aren’t you smiling?” he demands as he grits his teeth in demonstration.

She wipes her tears away with the back of her free left hand, and takes

in a deep breath. Still spread from ear to ear in a phony smile, his pupils narrow on her lips as they move and form words. “C-can you hold me?” she murmurs. “I want to forget everything, e-everything single thing, b-but you.” His smile fades as her messy eyelids meet. Pulling her body close to his, he hugs his free arm around her tight and intimate. He can see her tears forming beneath her sealed eyes. Her bottom lip trembling, he forces her head against his chest as he begins to stroke her hair. He releases her dagger hand only to grab her wrist tightly and forcefully remove it from her grip.

“Do you trust me, Doll?” he is responded by a muffled “y-yes.”

“Do you love me?” He adds on, curiously, as he rests his head on hers,

still stroking the hair on her head buried in his chest. “y-yes… I-I do.” Her pounding heart now racing, forcing blood against his shirt, he locates a peck on her forehead causing her to look up.

“I don’t w-want to forget you.” She begs but his facial expression remained

solemn. Then suddenly he smirked and it evolved into a smile as he thoroughly pressed his lips into hers. His hands gripping her arms tightly, his tongue slid against hers. After a moments in her embrace, he pulled away dragging his teeth against her lip in a bite and whispered, “I won’t forget you, doll.”

“There comes a time… when you stop being afraid and you just jump.

You don’t look down, or behind you, only ahead. You just let one foot fall in front of the other and forget everything you know. Forget your mom; forget your dad. Forget about your brother and this scar. We’re at a point, now, where the purple below and the red above merge and fuck everything we know, right up. If you didn’t have that heart shaped scar on your chest, your heart wouldn’t have felt at all.”

He pauses.

“The memories of this crimson on your hand and the bruised purple beneath

my flesh fuse together perfectly.” Taking her bloodied hand, he pauses once more to place another kiss on her lips before continuing, “Blending two halves of different hearts."

Her eyes were fixed on his as she fought a smile. Feeling an unfamiliar

sensation in her gut, her fingers locked tight into his. Unsure of where they planned on going, she finally, for the first time in her life, and in his arms, she felt calm and secure. He drew her hand up to his lips, disabling her ability to fight a smile.

“I-I l-love you.” She cried.

Cocking his head and raising an eyebrow, he smiled back at her.

Taking her arms again, he spun in a circle narrowly missing the building’s ledge, before he lifted her up into his arms and continued, “Reminding me that...”

He paused for a final time. His smile quickly changed from warm to

grimace and cold. Her eyes grew huge. Frantically, she clawed his arms as he released her off the edge of the twelve story commerce building. Watching gravity suck her down, followed by crimson droplets she drew from him. As he hears her screams cease in a loud smack against the pavement, he continued,

“Love… And trust… Are silly… Doll.”