The Thrill

She always told me that I could take a knife to her heart and still, her last words would be

"I love you."

So I thought to test it out.

One night, I took a knife from the kitchen hiding it behind my back. I grabbed her waist and kissed her while gliding the knife up her arm towards her chest. To both our surprise a small cut appeared right below her collarbone as I moved quickly towards her heart. She yelped in surprise and stared at me wide eyed in horror. But the blood fascinated me, I could not bother to hear her screams or feel her struggle. Surprisingly, it was harder than I thought it would be. Plunging the knife through her skin, past her rib cage and into the soft mass of her heart. The blood dripped from the blade onto my knuckles... Spilling onto the floor. 

Though, she didn't say I love you.

She didn't say anything at all.

I saw the light go out of her eyes.

Maybe I had done it wrong...