She approached me with a kind smile and I answered appropriately. Then, I saw a knife swoosh by my face and I dodged just in the nick of time. Another second and she would've made me sushi, but I raise my staff high into the air, and a mist engulfed her, eclipsing her vision and giving me some leeway to escape. Then, off I went. They say that old wounds heal over time, but mine seems to have grown deeper. MUCH deeper.
The mist dissipated and soon enough she saw me attempting my escape and dashed towards me, knife waving in the wind. I don't wish to hurt her, but she seems to trying to test my patience. I poured a jug of bug potion that she made me on myself, and I suddenly transformed into a beetle. Hovering around her, I bit her with my pincers, basically evolved teeth, and she flinched in pain and tried to swat me with the blunt of her knife.I didn't want to hurt her, but sometimes the ends justifies the means.
I flied away, looking away from my once beloved wife, I think again why did I choose her but I can't seem to justify my choice. Has she done something to me with her wretched alchemy? Has she poisoned me with my own lust for sexual desires? I always believe I lived a chaste life, but now I'm not so certain, maybe with that photo.... I can figure out why do I hurt from the scars of love, but I'd better make haste, a sleeping women, poisoned my her own poison might wake up and discover my plans.
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AT MY HOME
I dug around my room, which was untidy and in disrepair, in the slight hope of finding the shredded photo of our wedding day. Blankets and bed covers flew around the room as I tossed the things around aimlessly with the dimmest light of hope. I could hear the banging on my door, along with a loud girlish screaming obscenities like," Open the f**king door or I'll open you open with my knife!" This told me that time was of the essence but was not on my side
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