He didn't want her to get into an accident or suffer physically. That was too easy. He wanted her soul to stay awake at night, haunted by the memory of his devotion and her own cruelty. He wanted her to find "paradise" with someone else, only to realize it was a cage of her own making.
Marc slumped into the chair where they used to drink coffee every morning. A deep, jagged hole had opened in his chest, but as the hours passed, the cold vacuum of sadness began to boil. It turned into something sharper. Something darker. He didn't want her to get into an
In his mind, he saw her new life. He imagined her waking up in a different bed, laughing at different jokes. He wanted those laughs to turn into ashes. He wanted her to walk through a crowded room and feel a loneliness so profound it made her knees weak. He wanted her to look at her new lover and see only the ghost of the man she had betrayed. He wanted her to find "paradise" with someone