3I'll give you that.
And you loved me, loved me with your whole heart, I know you did.
But there is a fine line between love and obsession, Jack, a very fine line. You crossed over long ago.
I always dressed to kill, Jack, and I think that's what got you at first. Here I am, sitting pretty, waiting for you to come and carve my heart into little pieces and eat it raw, until my pieces are swept into your soul and inextractable, and you realize I'm heavier than I look and I'm eating you from the inside; dainty little bites, one after the other, chew three times before swallowing, make it last.
Because that's how it is.
Had you ever been in love before, Jack?
Had you ever knocked a girl senseless without ripping her skin and pulling her hair like the little child you were inside?
No? Why did I think not?
What about a boy, Jack? Did you ever get nailed cross-eyed and like it?
No, I didn't expect so. You needed control, Jack- that was your downfall.
So tell me, Jack, why did you want to break me? You know as well as I do that you were the broken one, in the end.
I'm sorry. You are the broken one.
What made you want to destroy me, Jack?
Tell me, did you have a cruel older sister, Jack? Did your mother beat you? Why was it you wanted me ruined?
Don't tell me you just saw a girl in the high school hallway and decided you needed her to be your pretty broken doll.
You did? Oh. Well, you always were an odd one, Jack.
But you couldn't break me, could you, love?
My heart didn't shatter as easily as you thought it would.
How many years were we together, Jack?
Six? Seven? That's pretty good, love, considering.
Oh, I mean considering the fact that you were always so dark and bloodyminded, Jack -did you know my friend thought you were a vampire because of the way you dressed? That was in...oh, Ninth Grade, I'd say. What was that? Oh, yes, she's dead, Jack. Long dead.
You used to sweep around in that long black trench coat, do you remember that? And you had a blue streak in your hair that year-yes, you did, I remember because that's what first caught my eye about you. I was so light hearted, Jack, and you were so angry - I just wanted to make you happy.
No. Not pity. I never pitied you - but I hated to know someone could be so forsaken by himself. I wanted you to see that you had wings and that there was a whole sky for you to fly in, Jack, instead of staring at the ground, alone in the dark.
We promised we would be together forever, and you were pissed off later when you realized that it was a lie, do you remember?
But why did I need to be broken, Jack? Why couldn't we just be happy together? You never promised a rose garden, Jack, but I never asked for one. You could paint the dark and I could write the light, and we could have had balance. But you needed control, Jack, didn't you?
And you pulled out the knife when I wouldn't be controlled. I never thought you would kill me, Jack. And neither did you.
It's only been an hour, Jack, did you know that? Since you killed me. Half an hour since you realized.
Fifteen minutes since you killed yourself.
And now, your soul, or what remains of it, anyway, is stuck here for eternity.
Me? Oh, I could go on to whatever afterlife or heaven or rest there is. But I still love you, Jack. And I wouldn't want you to be lonely...
So I'll stay with you.
Forever.
Oh, yes, fifteen minutes does seem like a very long time, doesn't it, Jack?