She remembered the beginning. He’d tried so hard to straighten her out, to drag her screaming from the abyss. That’s love for you. But it never lasts. Her demands for his constant attention had stretched his patience to breaking point. Last night he’d told her he was leaving.
She lay in bed watching the dark clouds roll across the sky, remembering their final hours together. She’d pleaded with him to stay, promised she’d change, all to no avail.
She looked down at his blood soaked body.
Now that he was gone, what was there to keep her from following him?