"How do you think it feels to be rejected? Has the thought ever crossed your mind that you want to kill someone? And how does it feel to have a beautiful snowy day become so gloomy?"

I stood there, the sky becoming overcast, my crush standing in front of me. Time seemed to slow down, tears started pouring out of my eyes like waterfalls, and my jealousy became out of control.

Snow started to fall as I discreetly tucked my hand in my pocket grabbing the sharp, shiny, metallic object hidden away. Looking down at my feet I quietly asked, "So, by your reaction, I guess that you don't love me."

With his back turned he started to slowly walk away, “I will never love you.”

Tears still rolling down my face, everything fuzzy as I charged at him in the abandoned park. Pulling the knife out of my pocket, snow still peacefully falling around us, yelling a cry of misery I stabbed him. Letting the warm blood drip down my hand and pool around my feet.

A smile of absolute joy and bliss spread across my face as I too turned around and left the body in a bloody, cold, crime scene. Leaving the blood to freeze on the frozen pavement.