I crave you. I crave your touch. I need your taste in my mouth. I want to feel your body against mine, to feel you pinned beneath me, writhing in an emotion neither of us can control.

I want your pain, your laughter, your hopes, and your desires. I want them all. I want to consume you- to take your every breath- to steal you away from everything.

And as we are here you and I, I seek to caress your face. As we lie on our bed you reach up to me so trustingly- so trustingly. I love it. I love you. I love you more than I can ever tell you. And that is why I must kill you.

And you laugh so prettily, a soft, tinkling music that flirts into my ears, teasing me, making me beg for more. Your skin is so soft against mine. Your hands grasp mine- and together- we become one.

But it is not enough. It will never be enough. I must be within you. I must feel your heart beating beneath my hand- throbbing with our love- our never ending, perfect love.

I planned this. I planned it from the day we met. Your smile made me melt, and I knew then, I knew then that you would be mine. I knew that we were meant to be. Forever.

I move slowly, my beloved. I move carefully- I don't want to harm you. Not you, my beloved, not you. It is almost too easy as I slip my arms tighter about you.

Your skin is so soft against mine. Your skin, your soft, soft skin, presses easily into my body, and I wrap tighter, needing to feel you.

You whimper, then, and open your eyes. Your laugh is gone, my love, and you question me, wondering why you cannot breathe. I stare down into your beauty, and I smile, and I wrap tighter.

I can feel you want to struggle. I can feel you begin to question me. Why do you question our love? Why do you argue with fate?

Your whimper becomes a cry as your muscles tense, prepared to spring against me. Oh my love, don't you know it's futile? I have you- I have you forever. I wrap tighter. Your delicate bones seem small beneath my grip- and slowly- I hear a crack.

One. Two. Three. Are those your ribs, my beloved?

Why are there tears on your face? I want to wipe them, but I know you will run. Why do you fear me? I love you. I love you more than I can ever tell you. And that is why I am killing you.

Four. Five. Six. They break deliciously, and I can feel your body collapsing in my embrace. We will be one. Forever.

I want to consume you. To know your thoughts and fears. To dream your dreams. My love- please stop crying. Please stop struggling. I love you. Isn't that enough? It hurts for now- just for now- and soon- it will be over. You needn't scream. You needn't thrash. I am here for you. I will always be here for you.

I love you. I love you more than I can ever tell you. And that, beloved, is why I have killed you.