chooses the pumpkin: karma because she likes to feel the energy of the pumpkins. she’s weird, blame her parents.carves the pumpkin: they both try.gets scared and clings the other in a haunted house: karma. but finn thinks it’s adorable.matching costume idea: karma, definitely.makes a cozy bed-fort to cuddle in: finn because he knows how much karma adores it.steal’s the other’s candy: finn while karma is passed out on his lap.accidentally gets lost in a corn maze: karma!!!!! she gets lost super easily.tells spooky stories to scare the other: finn. karma hates horror stories.collects cool-looking leaves: karma. she loves the colors.

                  he  sits  on  the  other,  hands  gripping  their  shoulders  for  support, he  doesn’t  know  what  gave  him  the  desire  to  do  push  them  onto  the  couch &  climb  into  their  lap, but  he  doesn’t  dwell  on  the  thought  for  long.  instead,  he’s  giving  them  a  small  smirk  before  canting  his  head  to  the  side  & pressing  his  lips  to  their  throat.  he  starts  with  gentle  kisses, until  he  decides  he  wants  to  go  a  little  FURTHER  than  that,  he  starts  to  gently  nibble  at  the  other’s  skin,  careful  to  not  leave  any  marks,  just  in  case  it  wasn’t  okay.

        love  hurts,  child.  the  words  echo  in  a  troubled  mind  as  warm  tears  roll  down  her  cheeks.  she  wants  to  stop  hurting  –  wants  to  stop  crying.  but  more  than  anything,  she  wants  to  stop  loving  him.  memories  of  their  life  together  intoxicate  her  brain  for  an  instant.  they  were  so  happy.  how  could  that  just  be  gone?  where  are  the  two  innocent  teenagers  that  just  wanted  to  be  together?  the  answer  comes  from  her  hands  –  porcelain  skin  stained  with  the  most  vivid  ruby  blood.  he  has  killed  again.  just  like  she  knew  he  would.  but  this  time?  this  time  she  was  there  to  witness  it  all.  the  blood  in  her  hands?  from  his  latest  victim.  in  a  pathetic  movement,  she  checked  the  man’s  pulse.  dead.  how  could  it  be  that  the  boy  she  loves  is  a  murderer? 

        trembling  red  lips  are  pressed  together  for  an  instant  in  a  pathetic  attempt  for  her  to  stop  crying.  she  doesn’t.  instead,  emerald  eyes  catch  a  glimpse  of  him  moving  towards  her.  “don’t  come  near  me”,  she  screams,  holding  a  hand  up  (  as  if  that  could  stop  him  ).  she  cannot  process  this.  she  cannot  handle  this.  she  is  done.  “you  got  what  you  wanted,  finn”,  the  girl  suddenly  announces,  a  sob  cutting  her  off.  karma,  you  have  to  stop  crying  –  she  tells  herself.  but  she  cannot.  she  is  mourning  the  man  dead  by  her  feet.  she  is  mourning  the  person  she  used  to  be  that  died  along  with  him.  she  is  mourning  the  person  finn  used  to  be.  mourning  the  loss  of  their  innocence  –  the  end  of  her  love  for  him.

     “i  am  done,  finn”,  she  screams  and  this  time  her  voice  echoes  strong  in  the  empty  alley.  because  she  is  strong.  she  might  look  fragile  and  she  might  be  falling  apart  as  stubborn  tears  keep  on  rolling  down  her  cheeks,  but  she  is  still  strong  –  a  heart  made  of  iron  with  walls  made  of  steel  surrounding  it.  “i  am  so  fucking  done”,  the  redhead  adds  and  now  it  is  her  turn  to  shut  the  distance  between  them.  “you  were  right  all  along.  the  boy  i  love?  he  is  dead.  and  you  just  killed  the  last  bit  of  hope  i  had  for  you.  so  congratulations.  you  got  what  you  wanted”,  her  tone  is  cold,  just  like  her  eyes.  this  is  not  a  bluff,  this  is  the  end.

        “do  you  even  know  what  day  today  is,  mister?  because  i  bet  that  you  don’t.  in  fact,  i  am  ABSOLUTELY  sure  that  you  have  no  idea  what  day  it  is.”  it  is  their  one  month  anniversary  --  but  who  has  been  counting?  other  than  her,  of  course.  but  then  again,  she  does  have  the  date  saved  on  a  countdown  app  hidden  on  her  phone  so  perhaps  that  doesn’t  count  (  though  it  certainly  is  just  as  cheesy  ).