One day I woke up and thought: What would it be like if two psychopaths fell in love? Good thing I have ChatGPT to paint me a picture. Read on.
Prompt: write a captivating story in the style of Joan Didion about two psychopaths falling in love
It was the summer of ’73 when they met. He was tall, dark, and handsome, with piercing blue eyes and an air of confidence that commanded attention. She was petite, with jet black hair and a smoldering gaze that could make anyone feel uneasy. They were both psychopaths, and they knew it.
It was at a cocktail party that they first locked eyes. He was sipping on a whiskey sour, and she was smoking a cigarette in the corner. They didn’t say a word to each other, but there was an immediate spark. They both knew that they had found someone who could understand them in a way that no one else ever could.
They began to see each other regularly, and as their relationship grew, so did their thirst for danger. They would go out to seedy bars and pick fights with anyone who looked at them the wrong way. They would break into abandoned buildings and spray paint the walls with messages of anarchy and destruction. They were in love, and they were unstoppable.
Their passion for each other and their shared love of chaos led them down a dark path. They began to commit more and more violent crimes together, enjoying the rush of adrenaline that came with each one. They would spend nights planning their next move, always pushing the boundaries of what they could get away with.
But as much as they loved each other, their psychopathy made it impossible for them to truly connect. They were both so consumed by their own desires that they could never fully understand each other. In the end, it was their lack of empathy that led to their downfall.
One night, they got into an argument over something trivial, and it quickly escalated into a physical altercation. He ended up strangling her to death, and then took his own life shortly after. Their bodies were found the next morning, lying side by side in a pool of blood.
Their love was intense and passionate, but it was also destructive. They were two psychopaths who found solace in each other’s company, but ultimately, their lack of humanity was what destroyed them. As I look back on their story, I am reminded of the words of another great writer, Truman Capote, who said, “More tears are shed over answered prayers than unanswered ones.” Sometimes, the things we think we want the most can be the very things that lead to our downfall.
Swetlana AI 
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