I should have known. I had it all wrong. It’s his need that will kill me. Because now I’m empty, but he still needs more. He’s still here, demanding more, and I have nothing to give him but tears. I’m as hollow and soulless as he is. I can’t fight his claim, but I can’t accept it, either. I can only sob out my anguish and fury and regret, knowing I will never be free as long as his venomous heart craves mine, as long as the void of his soul seeks mine, calling for it in the empty cavern inside me where only echoes live now.
