She brought him to the highest peak in the city. 100 floors. Already that morning she intricately planned a surprise for their third anniversary. She held his hand while making their way up the stairs. Smiling each time their eyes met. He was trying to read what was really in store for him. He hated surprises but for this time only, he'll let it pass. Deep down inside, he never really thought that she was capable of doing such a thing.
"Are we there yet?" he asked
"No darling, another 10 levels," She smiled furtively.
"But why can't we take the lift?"
"This is supposed to be special hon, don't worry. It'll all be worth it.," she said.
You'll have all the time you need to rest after this, she thought to herself.
After what seemed to be a lifetime, they finally made it to the rooftop. The scenery from up above was breathtaking. The wind gently caressing their skin; her luscious black hair graciously tangled; she was so pretty , he couldn't help but to stare. He was overwhelmed by the bokeh of lights that seemed to float in the air. The building looked as if they were jars containing fireflies.
"Wow, honey. I love this. I underestimated everything, this is just.. beyond words!" he said
She held his hand and guided him to the edge of the building. She asked him to hold her hand, requested that he stood there, at the divider just to complete the whole experience.
"Are you sure, love?"
"Unequivocally. Trust me. I've been here before,"
And so he did.
She placed both of her hands tightly on his waist. Pushing him slowly but abruptly.
Surprise!
She looked down from above. All that was visible was a blotch of deep red paint, or so it seemed. A wry smile plastered on her face.
Rot in hell, bastard.
You got what you deserved. Now, rest all you want.
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