“I am done. _Done_! I have given him everything, my words, my body, my heart! And all he has given me is a knife, punctured clean through my soul. It hurts, more than anything I’ve ever felt. It’s like ice, slowly creeping through your veins, freezing the very warmth of your blood. His silence, oh his _silence_! How it ruptures every strain of my heart! How I wish I could inflict this very pain upon him, but, I-I could never hurt him, and I fear that is the worst thing about me. I am no vengeful soul. I only wish happiness upon all. But oh how I wish I were different, strong enough to throw the very knife he stabbed me with right at his blackened heart! But I won’t, _no_. I will just slowly bleed out as he tears my heart apart limb from limb.”