Until now she'd never thought of herself as pretty. But now, in the mirror, the morning light slanted in underneath the almost closed blinds, she did.
He lay, still asleep, his hair tussled, blankets twisted around his midsection, one arm under the pillows, another across his eyes.
She walked softly from the mirror, and stood over him. Her thin fingers reached out and caressed his cheek.
He groaned and turned on to his back.
She caught sight of herself in the mirror once more. She felt like Aphrodite, or Helen of Troy. She bent down and pulled something from under the bed. She set the item down and tied her long hair back.

She raised the knife high above his chest, caught her reflection once more and blushed and beamed with pride.

The blodd geysered out as she wrenched the blade free. She looked at her blood covered face in