You pushed the cold knife in slowly, watching with pleasure as it slid between my ribs. I could only stand there, motionless, in a state of confusion.
Although I could feel the metal, it wasn't as painful as I thought. I looked down to your hand, still holding the blade in me. I laughed. Did you really think you could hurt me this way?
I still laughed as you walked away. You think you killed me?! You freed me. You cut the last tie between us, but it was only a loose thread. You are the corpse lying on her bed. You killed yourself, buried yourself in the dirt.
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