I should do it. I should drive us off this bridge right now, our bodies falling helplessly to a demise so set in stone. I should end the turmoil. The need to continuously drag her down into the dirt alongside me. The inability to strip myself of this hatred I’ve harbored. I can’t ever seem to eradicate her from my bones. I can’t ever let her get too far from me again. The ability to control our destiny is within my grasp, and it’s giving me a sense of power I lost so many years ago.
