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Coffee. The aroma of the brewing coffee roused Wilbur from his sleep. He moaned weakly, burying his head into the soft pillow, his usually perfect hair, strewn and loose. He heard the sound of a shower starting and resigned himself to his fate. He pushed himself up, before crawling out of bed. Rubbing his bleary eyes he walked out to the kitchen, his feet soundless on the thick carpet. He reached the kitchen and poured himself a cup of the freshly brewed coffee, before slumping in a stool at the counter. His dark eyes peered into the equally dark liquid. He heard the shower stop, and knew that he was going to have some company in his tiredn

Heart Heartbreak Tears of scarlet A body cold and ashen Halting breaths Fingers clutching vainly At a blood slick blade Pearly tears join The droplets of red Splashing in unison on the tiled floor Her legs crumple Beneath her Pulling her to the floor Head meets tile In a sickening crack Echoing The blood pools Below her Sticky yet smooth It spreads Dying her clothes Red Her heart stops Matching her breath Eyes dull and lifeless The moon rises Highlighting the still corpse Heartbroken