[Short Story] You killed him.

You killed him.

You killed her. You choked out her delicate breath. You trampled on her gasping breathing as if it were natural.

Oh, you choked my windpipe with those damn fingers. You tore my organs to shreds with those long nails. I don't know.

Gaga was wailing in that croaky voice, and you ignored her as if it were a given. What did you come back for? Hmm?

Did you gulp down that bloody clot to your heart's content? Did you get pleasure from it? Oh, you felt pleasure?

The reason doesn't matter. You killed my smile. You killed me in that dark room where I felt like I was going to vomit.

Well, you have to hit me too.

Do you understand?