Quisling

At first I couldn’t breathe. I was stunned that you had yanked my heart from my chest, that it was you, of all people…

But then you had to crush my heart, pressing on it with your foot and twisting like you were extinguishing a cigarette. As if you hadn’t done enough damage already…

Once you turned your back on me, you worthless traitor, I gathered the broken pieces. I’m no longer in shock. I’m furious about your betrayal of trust. And I’m seeking out my vengeance with a sharpened knife.