Foreign Beauties (Book 1 Chapter 0)

Book 1

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The tears fell from the corners of his eyes. Andrew tried extremely hard not to weep uncontrollably, like a newborn baby screaming for attention. After all they’d been through, after every tear shed, it came to this. He had been messed around with and used too much, and she had had enough of him full stop. There was love there, but it was tainted. Andrew could not think of any other option. End it now or suffer with endless emotional wreckage, which had been apparent for several months now.

Ever since the day when the two had split, had parted ways, Andrew could not cope mentally with the fact that it was over. His head was a jumble of thoughts and emotions, the slightest imbalance causing him to jump with momentary joy or turn to thoughts of suicide. It was the perfect example of ‘can’t live with her, can’t live without her’. Suicide seemed like the easy way out, so there was only one other option.

Andrew really did not want to undertake the only other option, but he really had no choice. Madness was slowly creeping through his head, his mind, and either option would (hopefully) stop that disease spreading. The thought that the disease had infected his brain irrevocably never entered his brain. But he knew he had to stop it, one way or another.

Andrew looked at her, her faint beauty apparent even in her sleep. How he had dreamed of being with somebody like her, and how he now dreamed of never meeting her. The smallest coincidences in life bring out the largest circumstances. She smiled, as if knowing what he was thinking. Andy stroked her cheek, her smooth, rosy cheek. He kissed her forehead, and then kissed her light red lips, knowing that this would be the last time he would.

The kiss also drove him to the other option. Every time he kissed her since the split it had not felt right, as if something was missing. Andy knew that the option had to be taken now, because it was now or never. Love had never meant anything before her, and it wouldn’t mean anything after her. Wiping tears from his cheeks, Andy raised the kitchen knife above his head, aiming for her heart.