He said, ‘will you marry me’?
I said, ‘of what benefit will that be to me’?
He said, ‘of worlds entwined forever, and love ridiculed by me. Know this day, my fairest Pat, that I am incapable of loving you and not worthy to behold the stunning glory of your morning beauty, or the smiles that flows through your face that outshines dark feelings. But one thing I’m capable of, is being that one that’ll be by your side in and out of season, holding your hand, loving you the best way I can, and teaching life a new song, because what grows in my heart for you, it’s like aurora, something I am scared of. Cast me away, yet I’ll wait aside, by the corner of the lost love, not giving up, but still loving you till you see me again and love me. And your benefit; is me being your servant and still your king, my fairest.’
I gave him a second look, and asked if he meant all he said
He said, you know I do, in a thousand worlds, and in thousand lifetimes, it’s only you, and only you
I looked at him, this time I could feel my heart falling apart, and my head swelling up, I gave him one last look, and took the gun out of my purse and shot him.
Don’t ask me why? Ask him why he’s so good with words that he believes he can always get away with things, maybe not in this life, in the next. He deserved to die, a man who marries women to kill them?
Till then, he’d burn in hell for the 37 innocent girls he’d deceived into his marriage called serial killing.
Agent Pat, you copy?
Copy, Yeah, one down, three to go…
Copyright 2015. Ruth Brodrick.