[ CW ] Write a story that ends with `` I love her . That 's why I killed her '' .

As I write this letter down hastily onto this faded yellow paper I Found behind my drawer, using the barely visible ink from the pink pen with yellow flowers that was lying on the table. 
 
 **I think to myself, Where did it go wrong? ** 
 
 The rain is pouring down onto the window pane, the little droplets can only be described as little painful daggers, itching its way into the glass, trying to get to me. Each of them depicting a memory, a time that I was able to forget, but too soon, has come again. 
 
 **I think to myself, When did it go wrong? ** 
 
 The sun has long set for a while now. The darkness surrounds my vision, as well as my heart, with only the small flickering light lit by the broken table lamp. The voices in my head has started again, telling how foolish I was, thinking that I was enough for her, thinking all I needed was determination, and love, to help bring her closer to me. But she, she truly loved another, and her love for him seems greater then mine. even though shes with me, her heart is with another. 
 
 **I think to myself, Why did it go wrong? ** 
 
 No, My love for her was endless, my love for her grew higher then the tallest mountains, deeper then the reddest cut. It was her, she was the one that made me become like this, I fought for her, I protected her. But she, she told me she was done, she did n't love me, she thought I never paid attention to her, never loved her. How dare she say that, after all I have done for her, all I did, all the money, time and work I've done. How could she, how could she do this to me. 
 
 **I think to myself, how did it go wrong? ** 
 
 As I finish writing this, the tears of red has already started to stain onto the paper. Why could n't she just stayed with me, why could n't she say she loved me, she will never know how truly pure my love for her was. Maybe it was me, maybe I was just too close, maybe its because how much I loved her, that she felt she needed to get away. Maybe it was me, that caused all this, but whats done, is done, I can not undo the past, and I can not change the present. 
 
 **I think to myself, what did I do wrong? ** 
 
 Finally, I pulled the fruit knife out of my stomach, there was already a stain on my shirt. Pitty, it was my favorite shirt too, the one we picked out together the summer 4 years ago, I wonder if you even remember. I laid down next to her on our now red carpet, and closed my eyes one last time. 
 
 **I said to her one last time, Who have I become? ** 
 
 I guess I should have known, I loved her, But I ca n't get too attached. But I guess its too late now. I loved her. That's why I killed her. 
 

