"She was my everything and that was the biggest mistake I ever could have made in my life. When someone has such an effect on you, it's at that moment that you're completely screwed." Toshizou's fingers traced over the handle of the knife he'd jammed into his dining room table as he dropped into the chair across from the other male in the room with him. He shifted forward, bringing the chair with him so that he could cross his arms over the sturdy surface.
Dark optics were like voids, dead and lifeless, much like how he felt when speaking about his former wife. His expression was unchanged, brows knitted together, lips curled into a scowl; he always looked so serious and like he wanted to murder anyone who even breathed in his general direction. He held his left hand up towards the light, a band of silver shimmering around his ring finger, "this is all I have left of her, the reminder that at one point in my life, I loved, I committed and I was loved in return albeit having my heart stomped on time and time again. I used to hate that pain and now I embrace it with every fiber of my existence. That's not what you're interested in though, you wish to know how I disposed of that wretched sack of flesh, correct? This is one hell of a story you're in for."
Toshizou slid a mug across the table, his arm extending far enough that the other would still have to reach out and take the mug into his hands himself. With that action out of the way, he picked up his own mug, bringing it to his lips and taking a small sip of the liquid. "Don't worry, it's just coffee. Anyways, all V2 was able to tell you was how one night when she came home and I waited until she fell asleep, but he missed one tiny detail... I sedated the bitch moments earlier." He fell silent, lips curling upwards as laughter spilled from his lips, filling the room as he motioned towards the knife, "you know, this is the very knife I used to carve every inch of her... And you want every gruesome detail, hm?"
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