TRIGGER WARNING !!!! (BLOOD, MURDER, GORE ETC)
I walked back to the bedroom.
The knife felt light in my hand. Balanced. The weight distributed perfectly between handle and blade.
Cain's breathing had gone ragged, his hand moving faster. He was close. His whole body tensed, chasing that final release while staring at her picture, whispering her name.
I stood at the foot of his bed.
He opened his eyes.
For one long second, we looked at each other. His hand frozen mid-stroke, pants around his ankles, my best friend's face still glowing on his laptop screen.
His expression cycled through confusion, then recognition, then the beginning of fear.
"Sarah? What—"
I moved before he could finish.
The knife went into his chest. Just left of center. I felt the resistance of skin, then the give as it punctured through.
He gasped. Not a scream. Just this surprised exhale, like I'd startled him rather than stabbed him.
