Anne.
The word is bitter and crisp on my tongue.
Anne.
The sourness lingers, the putrid tone fills my mind.
Anne.
You dirty little liar. How could I have been so blind.
Anne.
You knew I would fall for you, didn't you? You knew I would grasp your love and clutch it for as long as I could. You were very aware, weren't you dear, that I would make a better victim than your last.
Anne.
I am not sad, no, just angry, and horrified. White hot rage courses through my body, freezing my already tense hands. FURY and Lust for revenge tempt me constantly, their sweet tendrils slithering through my thoughts. They halt at my pity, and consume it with loathing, covering my last tender thoughts with black icyness.
Anne.
Just...
Anne