My Knight in Shining Armor

You wait a moment then approach him. You lay a hand on his shoulder and he shudders a bit. "Hey," you say to him. "It's okay. You don't have to be shy, we are on a date afterall."

"No," he says sadly. "No, you don't understand."

His eyes meet yours with urgency in his gaze, and something about that look that he was giving you at that moment scared the hell out of you.

A moment later he leans in close and whispers into your ear in a gentle but terrified voice. "I can't be gay," he says.

Suddenly a sharp pain stabs into your stomach and you look down to see a bloody knife being pulled from your body. You stare down in horror and let out a squeel of pain before crumbling to the ground.

"I'm sorry," he says, barely above a whisper. You focus on his gleaming white tennis-shoes as he runs away. Tears flow from your eyes onto the floor, forming pools which meld with your blood.

"It's all over," you think as everything starts to fade.

When two sets of legs walk into the room, doubtlessly examining the paintings, you try to call out to them but only manage a grunt of pain.

Everything goes dark and quet and numb. It all seems so confusing now.
End Of Story