Her expression could have been seen from miles away, her sorrowful eyes glistening with tears as her lip quivered. Una Ferguson, a young woman at the age of 21, was very well known around town. She was sweet. She was generous. Her voice, always laced with sugar as she spoke. Quite an angel, this girl was. Not only, in appearance but deep down in her heart as well. If ever there was a frown on her face, it was never out in public. Her face shined like the brilliant sun as she walked around town, grinning at every passerby. So, the devastating expression she had on her face was not just saddening, but disturbing. For, how could a light shining so bright suddenly turn off? A tear rolled down her cheek, as she stared out of the window, one thought in her head—Steven Bailey, her boyfriend of seven years. Seven years and he still hasn’t even brought up the topic of marriage. Seven years and Una was starting to feel disheartened whenever he would leave early in the morning and come back late at night, which was almost daily. It was basically breakfast, leave, dinner, and bed. Though they slept only inches away from each other, Una always felt alone. Her worries of “when is he going to marry me?” had long gone, as her head filled with destructive questions and conclusions. Where is he going? Who is he with? Why does he always come late? Most importantly, why doesn’t he hold me anymore? And why don’t we talk anymore? Her partner had now become simply her roommate. In other words, Una longed for affection. She ran her fingers through her soft, curly, brown hair, as she waited for his return. Then, her eyes widened and her eyebrows lifted. Harsh lights and a single honking sound. He’s back! She got on her feet and practically sprinted to the garage door, only to be greeted with her boyfriend’s tired eyes and “I’m skipping dinner tonight”. She watched him as he walked into their bedroom, saying nothing. As soon as she heard the door close, she felt a sharp pain in her heart. “But I cooked your favorite…”
Now, standing there in an oversized shirt and a pair of clean underwear, her despairing gaze focused at Steven’s face. “He’s going to leave me soon. I just know it.” she thought to herself. He looked so peaceful sleeping there. She smiled. Una had always adored the way he would twitch his nose and flutter his eyelashes in his sleep. However, that smile was then joined with her dark, mischievous eyes. A sinister look now replaced the sweet smile she always had on her face. Una Ferguson, the deceiving angel. She left the room and soon returned with a large butcher knife in hand. Bloodlust filled her gentle eyes as she slit her partner’s throat. She took his hand and skipped happily to the kitchen, the young man dragging behind her. Chop. She smiled, running her fingers down his sharp jawline. Chop. “I don’t want you to ever leave me. Never.” Chop. “You know...I’m doing this for us.” Chop. “I love you…” Una turned on the blender that he had given her for Christmas and carefully poured her love into it. She had managed to cut his body into neat little squares and fit them into the blender. “If you won’t stay. I’ll make you stay with me forever.” she said, finally starting to feel satisfied. But that same night, she laid in bed feeling the cold spot on her bed, where Steven would sleep. She cried herself to sleep realizing what she had done.
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