There was a time when I expected this to end happily, a time when I thought that there was no possible way that this could end with my heart broken. But sadly, I was disgustingly wrong.

Obviously I didn’t plan on you breaking my heart; I didn’t plan on finding you and her together in an embrace meant only for lovers. I’m also quite certain that you didn’t plan on me exacting revenge. How could you have possibly known that I am the type of woman who holds a vendetta, that when I have been wronged I seek to right it? The truth is, you couldn’t have because all I’d ever shown you was the side in which I hid behind you, waiting for you to deal with my problems for me.

I’m really regretful that I had to kill you, honestly. But darling you brought it upon yourself. When you associated yourself with another woman in such an inappropriate way I had to take action, you of all people cannot blame me; you always said to stand up for myself. I may feel apologetic about what I did, but I admit I had to do it and that I enjoyed it immensely.

Slicing your fingers off one by one, peeling back your skin to reveal muscles, opening your stomach and mixing around your insides. . . When I slit your throat I’d never felt more alive than in that moment. And love, trust me. You’re cute when you scream.