Regret

Her left foot tapped anxiously as her mind reeled like an old projector, casting images of the same event over and over in her head. Her eyes flicked place to place as if she couldn't keep focus on one object at a time. Her soft grey eyes appeared glazed over by any passerby. Though she saw people walking on sidewalks and across the streets, she heard honking horns, and other city qualities, Cassandra retained none of it. Instead, she only heard the thumping beat of her heart resonating in her ears, seeing the limp, lifeless figure of a man lying on the floor, feeling the cold, stiff handle of the knife.

Only moments before, it seemed that, that man was alive and breathing. His dark blue eyes rivalled the anger in her own. He knew what he had done wasn't right, but what she had done wasn't exactly pleasurable act of kindness either. That night, the two had an argument and one thing led to another. He had hit her and she stumbled back, her body being tossed like a rag doll. She knocked over chairs and prized ornaments of memories that they had collected throughout their marriage. Once she had came to a halt, she found her arms strewn across the counter. She was only held by up her arms, her bottom halfway to the ground. He came for her once more, whether to help her or hit her again, she didn't know. The one thing she did know, she was still furious with him. Cassandra had taken a kitchen knife from the drying rack on the counter and lunged at him. Her fingers wrapped intently around the knife's handle, thrusting the blade into his gut under handed. After the first stab, she twisted as she pulled the weapon out. Almost as if by impulse, she slammed the knife into his chest. Again and again, until she lost count. His body laid on the ground, shuddering and trembling each time her arm came down, the life etching out of him rapidly as he performed his last, death rattling breath as the blood began to consume his punctured lungs.

The city bus huffed to a stop as people began piling in. Cassandra shook her head as she hastily followed suit. She found a seat next to an old woman who seemed to see right through her, seeing every detail of the murder she had committed all those weeks ago. Taking a breath and shifting away from the woman as the bus began to move.

His body was surrounded by a thick, gleaming pool of blood. Cassandra stood as the adrenaline drained from her body, leaving her arm exhausted. Her gaze fell onto the face of the man she just murdered, his features frozen in time. Forever will his depleted, lifeless eyes stare off into the distance, filled with shock, his mouth agape with paralysis. She tore away from his face as her eyes travelled down to the wounds. Her hands flew to her mouth immediately smearing incriminating blood on her cheeks as she emptily gasped to herself.

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Maybe add in wedding day thing?
The sweet scent of the lilacs placed by each of the elegant marbled table tops, guests sat quietly as the bride..

(From workshop)
Did she want to kill him? What did she think while killing him? What caused the argument?

Add in *** and maybe italics for the flashbacks or change around the paragraphs.

Last paragraph placement - make clearer she's thinking of the past.

"Soft gray eyes" in top paragraph - not needed for the story - some people didn't like glazed, some liked glassy better

"...it seemed that, that man.." second paragraph ruins flow

Take out "..left foot tapped anxiously.." because which foot isn't necessary

"...other city qualities..." sounded funny or wasn't necessary

Some people like the "...her body being tossed like a rag doll." while others didn't

"... whether [add in it was] to help..." after he had hit her

Take out weapon, seems funny/awkward

Watch tense

instead of the 'prized ornaments of memories' maybe "mementos"



- Idea- Maybe what had caused the argument should involve drugs being wanted by the husband and the wife had thought that he had quit the addiction years before.



(workshop)
"...life etching out from him rapidly.." word choice: someone suggested "seeping" while others thought the line was awkward as was "...death rattling breath..."

I also made a mistake with a not a complete sentence; no subject lol x.x

Smoother transition

some people liked the "Glazed over" eyes but I changed it up top to glassy.

Someone suggested more past experience of the fights before or her feelings. I probably added that up top but I don't wanna look `-`

And also put in more feelings of anger during the argument/murder

"Pool of blood" is used too often for Joseph

"...Gaze fell onto the face of the man she had just murdered.." to be re-worded.

Make more clear on his eyes were angry along with her own in second para.


"Underhanded" taken out, ed on thrusted taken out and laid to be lay




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Cassandra stood with ease