"But you said you loved me!"

She said as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"Yeah, but I never said it would last,"

He retorted as he broke her heart.

"Tell me who that hussy is!"

She shrieked as he turned to leave.

"It's none of your business,

You don't need to know!"

But hell hath no fury

Like a woman scorned.

And on that very fateful night,

Pure malice and hate would soon be born.

And while Alice took one deep breath,

She grabbed the gun with shaking hands.

"You know I love you, I always will,"

She sobbed and quickly sealed his fate.

And on the bulletin

The following day, was:

"A lovers' quarrel, ends

In the most tragic way."

To this very present day,

Her love for him always stays,

In the old deserted mansion

Up the lane of St Bansons'.

~fin~

A/N: This is probably my first attempt at something aside from angst and romance. I hope it's okay. I personal do like it mainly because it portrays the blurred line between love and hate. I really respect the feeling that love gives to its blessed receiver. What a joy. Please R&R, thanks!