Killing with Kindness

As he removed the knife from her existential side, blood in the guise of kind words spurted up. The knife fell from his hand as he let out a sigh of relief. The nightmare that was the simple existance of this human in his life was over.

She haunted him, but not directly. She twirled above his aura, left behind long ago. A pointless effort, by a retarded spirit.

He never thought of her again. However, if they ever were to cross paths again, he won't remember the definition of kind words.