“It’s okay,” I whispered, leaning over him. My fingers brushed the skin on his face. “I’ll make you happy again…” My hand shook as I brought the knife to the corner of his mouth, pressing it into his flesh. Then I dragged it up. “Smile for me, baby…” I did the other side after that. Blood dripped from the wounds around his mouth, but I could see it. My lips curled. He was smiling at me. He was happy and mine. Just like he was meant to be. I lay down next to him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him close. He was still warm, and though the smell of copper in the air was thick, I
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