"You vicious bitch. Cutting you into a thousand pieces wouldn't be enough."
I looked up at him through my tears. There was a time when my tears alone could undo him. He'd hold me, ask me what was wrong. He would have moved heaven and earth to make me smile.
He once told me he'd make me the happiest woman in the world.
Now my tears meant nothing to him. If anything, they made him angrier.
"You still have the nerve to cry."
Just as the edges of my vision started to go black, Thaddeus released his grip.
"Geraldine was right. Letting you die this easily would be too good for you."
There was a time when anything I said carried weight with him. Now it was Geraldine's words he treated as gospel. If she told him to take my life, he'd do it without blinking.
"Your funeral's already been held. As far as the world is concerned, you're dead. From now on, you'll spend every single day drowning in despair."
Thaddeus left those words hanging in the air and walked out.
Shortly after he left, Geraldine appeared in the hospital room.
She had been my closest friend. We'd known each other since middle school. Same high school, same college, same major. We never ran out of things to talk about.