He would go quietly.

She loved him.
The curve of his face. Curl of his eyebrows.
She had loved him from time beyond measure.

Through the bullying of elementary school to the odd flirting of high school.
All of those years.

She loved him from the stands as he played football. She took up the skill of the flute to sit next to his hot sax. Poems. Stories. Dreams and desires were all for him.

But, he did not know her and, when she confessed her feelings, he continued ignore.
Worse, he laughed long, loud, and silvery until tears fell.

He would go quietly and he did.

A blade so sharp and quick didn’t cause pain.
The blood mingled with the water and down the drain. Quick and clean with the smell of pine tar.

Now, she will love him throughout eternity. Stuffed and she mounted him on a pike.

Love eternal.