Blood was always evident in Emilio Magpantay’s fingertips, some still fresh while others left dry. I knew him better than most, I knew the reason why. It was always the both of us, playing as lovers, something inacceptable that they never knew. Never thought it’d come to the day, where I’d give him the conclusion he chose.
“I need to revise this.” He often
would say, leaning against my shoulder as auburn eyes gaze at the complied
manuscripts, where crimson stains pristine white papers when his hand begins to
move.
He stops to face me, a manic
grin placed on his lips.
“Unacceptable, Repulsive.”
His fingers wrap themselves
around my neck.
I feel my breath escaping as it
tightens, my head starts to spin.
I’d say nothing in regards to
it, even if I did he’d never listen.
Weeks have passed, perhaps a month
or two, he had already published his work to that local fiction distributing
company at Barangay Kalayaan. Unknowingly, Emilio never did found finality from
it.
It wasn’t over yet.
“You’re biting them again.” I
call out to him, crouching down when he faces me with a wry smile, pulling away
bleeding flesh away from his lips. “You promised me you’d stop.”
Evident was the metallic taste
of rust when he responds with a chaste kiss on my lips, shallow at first,
deeper at the second. Crimson stained the corners of my mouth, wet and swollen.
“You promised me.” I continued,
on the verge of tears.
“Offer me the end, finish my
misery.” Emilio says instead, “Don’t worry, what you’re doing is nothing but a
responsibility, not an obligation.” He shifts his weight, to slip his hand
under the bed, a gun pressing against my chest when he does so.
“Am I not enough?”
He offers me nothing but a smile, an
answer that I already knew.
Pulling the trigger was easy,
seeing him fall wasn’t.
It hurts.
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Flash Fiction
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