• The rain pours down hard and cold on her roof. Her eyes wet with tears.
    The sounds of the weather like music, perhaps a guitar strumming her pain.
    She holds a knife in one hand, his heart in another.

    He stands under a tree with his jacket hood over his head, apparently trying to hold back the rain but it barely works. He coughs with the deadly desease of love. He is trying so hard not to give up but it is so hard, every time she cries his heart skips a beat.

    She strokes the knife across her fingertips. Blood drops fall to stain her satin skirt.
    She pulls in her knees close to her chest and hugs his heart.

    He smiles, he feels the intesity of her breath, reluctant to take the next.

    She whispers a poetic apology to the boy's heart while she reaches to her side for the knife.

    He falls to the grown pain thrusting wildly through his soul.

    She raises the knife towards the heart.

    He looks up at the branch covered sky, tears filling his eyes.

    She points the knife directly at his heart, then turns it to her neck.
    Blood pours.

    The rain stops, he stands up, no emotion, walks slowly across the wet grass.

    Another day in the life of a lovestuck teenager.