The ships rolled in to the docks, steadily, almost with out hurry.
      The rain chuckled in a pitter patter rhythm, as it struck the windows of the hotel from where i watched. I sighed silently, the quietness didn't scare me anymore. Lately my dear, this solitude has   given me more bliss than you ever had.
      You had quite peculiar taste during the time we were together. You had a fine eye for finding the wrong in something. Indeed, you wouldn't let me go a day without criticizing  the way I spoke, the way I blinked, and anything and all you could find something off-balance with. But, my dear, I still miss you. I miss the golden days of our romance, while we still loved each-other; while degrading words and arguments hadn't yet climbed to the horizon.
      I remember when I could make you smile, when your teeth, beneath the crevice of your lips, as white as pearls shone as bright as the night sky. I remember when we star-gazed until midnight, and beyond. I remember those nights when we were in love.
      Now we can't stand the sight of each-other, but why, you ask? Who knows, love is such a confusing affair. At least we don't need to hate anymore anyways, we just decided to go our separate ways. We are probably better off without each-other anyways.
      But beside the fact I still loved you, I couldn't stand you. You must have felt the same way too, because last night you just wanted to celebrate our break up with one more unnecessary argument to bid each-other farewell. A meaningless argument, that only made me lose my passion for you ever-more. Just for the sake of another conversation, wasn't it dear?
      I swear you just wanted to kill me that night- I wouldn't, no hadn't, stood for it that night.
      "Shut the hell up you self-absorbed clown!" I growled, my passion for you gone.
      Your mouth hung open with your brows lifted high above your eyes, dangling their.
      "Honey, you aren't making me sound like the fool here. You know that! Your only making yourself sound like a fool!"
      You sat on the bed, fists clenched against the mattress, quivering.
      All those years of putting up with her down the drain.
      Her lips curved into a frown. Her eyebrows drew closer together.
      Then it all fell apart.
      Her hand came at my face at an unblock-able speed, and hit me hard on the cheek. She slapped me well, but not as painfully as thought to have been.
      "How do you like that you mannerless jerk?" She said raging onward.
      "I can't stand you" I said, quivering.
My hand sunk slowly into my trench coat.
      
      The rest of what happened yesterday night was hard to remember, but, I do remember one thing.
      I pulled my hand out slowly after I brought it in, my index finger in trigger position, the rest held around a gun...
      That was all I remembered. I remained looking at the docks out side. Although of course I do know what happened to you hon. I turned to my side, smiling. There you sat, lifelessly, with several dried wound to your ribs, and one fresher wound to your throat.