The+Placid+Lake

 The Placid Lake

A young couple was walking slowly through an unlit street, shivering in the winter cold. “Bianca, you’re right, we should go to the lake,” said Zave. Cuddling up together, the couple hurriedly trudged their way through the dirty and dampened snow toward the lake at a surprising speed. Dark as it was, the lake was shimmering beautifully under the moon’s light. “Everything seems so perfect, Bianca.” Frowning, upon not hearing a response, he turned to Bianca and was surprised to see her face so sullen. Gravely, Bianca looked up and glared at Zave straight in the eye. “How naïve. I thought that you were much smarter than that, Zave.” “Just what are you talking about?” “Knowing you, you should be able to figure it out.” Leaning calmly towards him, she steered Zave towards the lake with her menacing aura, silently reaching into her jacket pocket. “Messing with me, aren’t you, Bianca,” Zave asked nervously, glancing briefly at her pocket. “No, of course not,” she answered, with a gleam of a blade reflecting off the moon’s light coming from inside her pocket. “Oh, god...” he gasped, his mouth trembling. “Pathetic.” Quaking in fear, he backed away from Bianca and turned around, feeling a cold sensation surrounding his feet. Realizing it was the water, he turned back toward Bianca. "Sorry to let you know, but I really can’t believe that you haven’t figured out after all these years that I never even loved you, Zave,” whispered Bianca, leaning much closer to him. Tears flowed out of Zave’s anguished eyes. “Understand?” Vibrancy seemed to have flowed out of Zave’s soul as Bianca pierced him with those heartless words. With that, Bianca took out a small dagger from her pocket, stabbed him in his chest, grinning maliciously. “Excellent,” she muttered, as she kicked Zave’s body into the murky lake, which was now stained with red. “Yes, now it’s perfect. Zave, thanks for everything.”