Delilah's heart could no longer beat for him. Jack the ripper had torn it from her chest.
Devastation had given way to callousness and apathy.
For the first time she knew she deserved to be loved, not to be left hanging while he fucked his mistress.
Soon, all too soon she'd be free from the covenant they entered so foolishly as children eager to enter the world.
Now go Jack, play house with your whore while she lives. Truly lives.
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