He wanted to. He wanted to end her life like he yearned to do so many times in the past, rid himself of her, and be happy. Her death won’t solve his problems, but it would take half away.

Yet, he couldn’t kill her. Her blood was the last thing he wanted on his hands. 

He let her go and turned from her, while she choked and tried to recover from the pain he had inflicted on her neck. 

Driven by his fury, he stormed over to his bed and flipped it off the floor. It flew ...