Up against the wall, you were barely recognisable.
Shattered glass, disgusting smells and blood.
So much blood.
In that moment, your moment of utter vulnerability, I saw you for your position instead of for my lover.
I saw you how I had seen you at first.
Pure and utter power.
The president of a country I wanted, of a place I needed under my name.
I needed it, I had nothing else.
I killed you.
In cold blood I threw that bottle.
I finished you off and I didnt even care, I was ecstatic actually.
Power, I finally had it. Thats why I was here in your house in the first place, wasnt it?
I had manipulated you without a care, only to fall for you after we were done?
Fall for you after our wedding?
Fall for you only hours before you died?
Fall for you and kill you 2 hours after?
I can't live without you, can I?
- wids POV
