(The blogs and short pieces here have inspired me. If it’s not too forward, I would like to add my little bit.
All he wanted from her was love, love so deep she would throw herself under the wheels of a speeding train to make him happy.
She was too smug in her own beauty to think of doing that.
He put the gun to her head and told her he was going to blow her brains out. The fire burned his heart, his lungs, his guts, while she stood cool and calm, waiting for him to pull the trigger, knowing he would look like the bad guy if he did it.
That wasn’t love.
He couldn’t even get fear from her.