I wonder how long she will stretch this out.

She's a d.a.m.ned s.e.xy lady.

What dress would they put her in?

"Listen to me, Mia," Anthony growled. "Speak to me." I could see someone place their hand on his shoulder. It was the older man... Luke.

"I think you should leave. Keeping you here is making her fight harder. We'll break her," he a.s.sured. Never. "Leave." No.

"I have something to tell you."I wish they could hear how-

I had no clue what I felt.

How does feeling nothing feel?

Not numb... that is feeling something...

Nothing.

It's nothing.

He turned around. He stared at me.

"I know you loved me. You love me."

"You love me."

"You love me."

Whispers.

Caresses.

If I had a choice, I'd miss his love.

I don't like feeling nothing.

This has to stop.

"You love me, Michael." Frozen. I would have the last word. Always.

"You love me so much that you will remember me until your last breath. You will not die today, or tomorrow, or anytime soon. You will live a long life, and every night before you go to sleep, you'll remember how it felt to move inside me. You'll say my name in your nightmares. You'll look at every woman you f.u.c.k and wonder where I am. And in the last millisecond of your life, a disembodied, mangled picture of my face will greet you." Pause. Breathe. "You'll know that you loved me to ruins. Dying in front of the man who loves me so much..." Lie. "I can't take that away from either of us."

Indulge in a few lies in the last moment of your life, I say to myself.

No, he didn't love you, but if you say it over and over again... maybe you will believe it? Maybe it will come true.

Click the small b.u.t.ton.

Say the magic number.

Endure the p.r.i.c.k of the needle.

Wait.

What a way to die, huh?

His name was my doom.

"One."

"One."

"Four."

"Two."

"Zero."

"One."

"Five."

"One."

"Four."

"Two."

"Five."

All the world's a stage... Smile. Perform. Perish. Repeat.

Three.

Two.

On-