Forty-nine

I ran away in frustration. There's this feeling inside me that I think is happiness when I saw him. Like a relief that I didn't know I needed. Perhaps I wanted him alive? Doubtful. I wanted him on my table. I completely pictured his body lying down on a bed of dead roses.

I ran and ran, leaving Platinum and Aldo alone in my place. It might not be the best decision since I think Aldo already figured out who I was preparing for. But I do not care for now. I just want to get away.

This confusing feelings suck.