I seriously adore this, it's romantic in that tragic, shoot you in the head sort of way. When you love someone so much you want to kill them...

Uh.

I love it.

"All wrong, faded and torn around the edges. It was never going to be okay.

You can't live forever, a elongated mantra in his head. The pistol was lustorous..." -- I love the first line for the simple fact that it set up this recurring feeling of wrong-love; it felt like a Romeo & Juliet gone wrong, a remake without the swords--I love that. The use of a pistol instead of a knife--it felt more original that way. The second line was just amazing; the mood was already depressing, but with that line it becomes haunting. Like, oh, they are really going to do it. This isn't a joke.

"The place where they lived was what did it. Grabbing handfuls of festering skin, and thinking about the future. This place where nihilism and narcissism are all anyone knows.

Don't fool yourself darling, I only love myself." -- It seems I get infatuated with your neck-to-neck paragraphs; I guess this is a testament to how utterly goregeous some of these lines are. It feels like poetry.

The first one I qouted, I find gruesome in it's immagery and just--I adore your diction in this. Nihilism is a word I have scarcly heard, and 'festering' makes me giggle. But, aside from that, it just makes my skin crawl and just--

Yeah, you've got that effect on me throughout this.

And that last line breaks me, because it hurts and--

"Who shoots first? The question was left hanging in the wind." -- This is such an anti-valentine, and I love it.

Gorgeous. Utterly complex and gruesome and, it doesn't feel like love but something more twisted, something--

Yeah. I love it. Lots.

- Noelle