I killed her
I told her not to blame me for being the creature that was spawned.
The love we shared made a monster out of me.

I did it.
I slit her throat as I bit her sensually, my tongue tasting blood as it explored her neck.
I sent stabs into her heart as lips touched and hands combined.
I crushed her lungs as I climbed on top, hearing her whine as I rocked slowly, shifting us a little, grinding on her.

But it wasn’t really her…
Just someone who looked as pretty and was infinitely more loose…
But she saw. My love saw me on top of this stranger.
She saw our bodies grinding and heard her moans.
She assumed the worse.

I killed her.
I killed the love of my life with my untrustworthiness.
And I dig the grave of regrets deep enough for the dead to rest comfortably until they seek their revenge on me.