“I loved him…. Believe me I tried.” Klara sat on the floor.
“Why did you kill him?” Ross tried to shift to a distance from Klara. She still had the knife in hand.
“Because he left me no choice.” Klara crossed her legs and looked at her hands. They were covered in blood and starting to get sticky.
“The very day I confessed my love to him, he cursed me, hit me, insulted me. Ross, he doubted my character and still was so undoubtful about his love. He hit me after making love to me.” Tears started welling up in her eyes, she looked up at the ceiling, trying to avoid them to roll down.
“Well, long story short, he didn’t love me. None of those men did. You know, gradually, hurtfully all of you…. You made me realise that one should not expect. The term ‘love’, the feeling of ‘loving’ or ‘being loved’ is so different and casual for each person. It changes person to person, mood from mood, moment by moment.” Klara got up and walked to Ross, where he had shifted to.
“You know humans, us, we just think a lot, and think a lot more that we are justified, we are right and no one else has the reason beyond us. We try to appear very sophisticated, understanding, caring and all… but deep down, we are all savages. Selfish!!!”
Klara exclaimed and hit a final blow through Ross’s chest. Leaving the knife in its place she moves away from the body. Her anger leading tears to roll fast down her face. “And I thought… I could change…!”
She goes into the kitchen and brings a large polybag and tries to fit Ross’s body in it. “I did try each time. None of you deserved it. And I am selfish too, I prefer such disappointing creatures to remain under my feet….Dead!!!”