There’s no way he could ever really love her. Especially when I was the last he had,

My skin was clear, possessing a delicate sheen, while hers was furry and freckled like some sort of rodent.

My hair was neat, straight, and blonde, while hers curled into various rat burrows all over her oblong head.

I think he just did it just to spite me. He knew he could never do better so he went dumpster diving and pulled out the first scraps he could find.

I feel sorry for him, I really do.

I would cry myself to sleep if I kissed those thin cracked lips every night.

And god, who taught her to smile, a serial killer?

I’m sure those jagged teeth are perfect for eating old beer cans and styrofoam.

I just don’t understand why he did this to himself. Why reach for something so low? He must really hate himself… or maybe he really does hate me.

He wanted to show me how easily replaceable I really was.

If he really is happy with that rat, then what does that make me?!?

My mom always told me my eyes were enough to woo any man, so why aren’t they doing anything now?

She must have some hold over him, maybe she’s keeping him hostage, or hurting him in some way.

And now it’s up to me to save him…