I don’t want to hurt more.
I need to die.
For her.
With me gone, she won’t have to worry.
Rot and Coffin will care for her. Mama will run the club.
I won’t stalk her anymore.
I won’t… hurt her.
Or use her.
Or…need her.
Or… ache for her.
Or ruin everything she is…
“Please. Touch me.”
I can’t.
I…
“Babe. Talk to me.”
No.
I can’t be here.
I am no one.
I am nothing.
I am a sinner.
Ugly.
Wrong.
Sola grips the sides of my face. “Open your eyes.”
I can’t.
“Babe. Open your eyes. Look at me.”
No.
“Please. I want you to see me. I want you to see us.”
“Open your eyes, brother,” Rot’s voice rumbles through the room.
“Do it,” Coffin adds.
Necro openshis ethereal eyes and stares straight into my soul.