Continued from the last part.
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All he could do was cry.
He felt broken now that she had finally said it.
He knew he was in the wrong.
A day went by.
He tried all he could.
But she didn't reply.
No matter.
He had the spare key.
When she wouldn't answer.
He let himself in.
Found no one waiting for him.
No one anywhere.
It was quiet.
Too quiet.
The bathroom
Locked.
He called out for her.
No reply.
He felt water from underneath the door.
She stayed silent with every sound he made.
He panicked.
Banged insistently on the wooden door.
Tried again and again.
But no matter what, he was pushed to one side.
With a chair in his grip.
And fear fueling his power.
He broke down the door with one blow.
Raced in.
Hoping to find her there.
Safe.
Instead.
His worst nightmare lay before him.
Submerged in water.
Now cold and blue.
He pulled out her body and cried.
Pulling her close to try and feel her heart again.
But nothing.
Her heart no longer thrived.
Her face was beautiful.
Even in this time of pain.
He still loved her.
This was him.
All his doing.
He killed her.
He was the reason she was in so much pain.
He drove her to this point.
He pushed her over the edge.
He kissed her cold face.
And held her close.
In any hope.
That if he cried hard enough.
She would wake.
And comfort him like she had before.
Like he should've to her.
When he broke her heart.
