SEARCHER, LOVER, KILLER, KILLED

By Ghost Writer

"To find your partner, you have to hurt people in order to know. If that person bleeds, then she/he's the one."

The memory reverberated from my childhood past. I could still remember how the old man tried to kill an old woman with a gun, unfortunately, she's alive.

The old woman was not his soul mate.

My name is Heinz. And I live in a world where you have to hurt people in order to find your soul mate. If you can't find your soul mate within the span of your life, your heart will grow smaller until you die. But if you killed her, you'll be killed too.

And now here I am, 19 years of age, clutching unto a knife, planning to stab all the girls that I would encounter at the streets.

Yes, and I did exactly as that.

It was raining.

I stabbed 12 girls on the chest, and unsurprisingly, they're all alive.

People looked at me as if I were a wolf in a pack of lambs.

People were whispering. And I laughed hysterically.

I was mad, they say.

They don't know what it feels like with your heart slowly eating you.

It felt as if I were chained. And the chains grew tighter and tighter.

Then there was this lady, that covered me with her umbrella.

Her black hair was chest length and her eyes could attract another beholder.

They were blue.

My heart stopped working.

I felt a piercing pang that stung my heart.

Instinctively, I pulled her wrist and stabbed her chest.

It was too late for me to realize.

Blood already dripped with the raindrops on the streets.

I killed her.

Her body lay cold on the streets with blood dripping from her chest.

Sooner on, blood gushed out of my mouth.

On a rainy day, I died with my soul mate.