The Ruby Bracelet

Splash, split, split, splash. I heard the ironic liquid pool before I saw anything. But when my eyes opened they caught her dark ones fueled by pain, then moved over her face, glimpsed the dusting of freckles now moist, before gazing at her dark curtaining hair. But none of that shocked me more that seeing that... seeing the aura of black around her. With each slowly ticking second passing us by the pool of red grew deeper on the hardwood floors. But my eyes flew back to her eyes, so dark, so pained it was enough to knock the breath from my lonely lungs.
Split, split, splash. She looked down and my gaze followed hers to the ruby bracelet just beneath the gash and my eyes became hers and I saw as she saw: the hand reaching for the drawer, the fingers grasping the silver handle, the blade gleaming menacingly under the flickering fluorescent light. And I aged about a millennium within a second.
My eye lids began to droop, fatigue arresting my body. With every drop of her blood that fell my heart beat in answer. I could see her bloodied palm as she once again aimed at my heart, my mind raced but my body forgot how to fight. My heart beat louder shredding at its bindings. She moved forward and so did I, knowing how the knife would barrel through my heart and I was ready.
A split second was all it took, with a simple flick of her wrist she forced the blade through her own chest. And I crumpled to the ground, lying in the pool of blood that was my own. And I knew she would be fine as she sweetly sang: "silent night... holy night... all is calm... all is bright..." My breathing shallowed. I raised my left hand, bloodied and still clutching my murder weapon.
I heard the liquid pool before I saw anything. But her eyes now glowing and brown held mine... no they were mine. She is me and I am her and we're both as light as a feather. She saintly whispers: "I love you and goodbye, go because it is time to go".