“My angel says she’ll never love me and that’s okay. I don’t need her love. I only need her to accept mine. I long to shower her with sunshine and warmth. Pepper her body with kisses and see her smiling face when I wake, only to see it again before I sleep. There will never be another person for me. Even if there is someone else for her.” I run my fingers down the bloody blade, wiping it clean. “What would you do, Eric?” He gurgles and chokes as blood spills from the corner of his mouth. But I know what he’s thinking. “You’re right. I have to fight harder.”
