• Don't worry, dear, it will all be over soon.

    He looks at me with those eyes, those eyes that just stare through to my soul. I know he loves me every time he puts me under his scrutinizing gaze, an emotionless mask covering his face. That cold look just shows how confused he is by love.

    He has to love me. If it wasn't love, then what would it be? Lust? I was fine with lust; it was a passionate emotion and often lead to love.

    Are you scared?

    When he comes home every night, he shows me just how strong his love is. He marks me as his own, every night. Some mornings I cannot find it in myself to move, but I know I have to. He has to eat his breakfast, and he's absolutely hopeless in the kitchen. Just another thing for me to do for him. Some say his love is violence, but that's just how his love is shown. He shows me how much he loves me all the time, and I feel inadequate to love him back. For that, I let him love me all the more.

    I learned all this from you, dear.

    But tonight is different. Valentine's day is the day of love, the day to express emotions towards those you fell passionately about. Tonight, after he celebrates the day with me, I hope I can give him my own Valentine's day present.

    Are you proud?

    My blood stains the sheets, but I don't mind. I have a spare set somewhere in the closet, as I always do. I will just change then in the morning.

    I stopped feeling the pain a while ago, which is good. The stinging sensation cannot interrupt me now. The dizziness is entirely different, but I can learn to tolerate it. He is going to be so happy after I finish with him. Our love has always been present during his nightly sessions with me, so why not now?

    Don’t cry, dear, it will all be over soon.

    I grab the knife from its hiding spot under the pillow, watching it shimmer from the street light outside our window. The moon is supposed to be romantic, and yet it refuses to show itself on the most romantic night of the year. How unfortunate.
    He looks surprised with a glint of fear in those so beautifully emotionless eyes. I'm glad that I am the only person who will ever see this look.

    Can you feel it?

    The knife is slippery to the touch, but I don’t mind. A tool of pleasure is marvellous no matter what state it's in right?

    I leave the freshly coated knife on the pillow I had taken it from mere hours ago. The sheets are now a permanent red, a mix of both our lives. His eyes are emotionless once more, glazed over with eternal rest.

    I smile to myself as I cuddle into his side. Yes, this was the greatest Valentine's Day yet.

    I love you, too.