Episode 2
1333 Words
The decision was made. It was quiet, final, and terrifyingly calm. She looked at herself in the mirror one last time, tracing the faint marks on her skin, the invisible chains wrapped around her soul. She was a bird with broken wings, trapped in a cage made of gold and madness. And today, she would fly away forever.
He left early that morning, as he always did. He kissed her forehead, his touch lingering too long, his eyes scanning her face for any sign of rebellion or escape.
"Be good while I'm gone," he whispered, his voice smooth as silk. "I'll come back to you soon. Don't even think about leaving me."
She didn't answer. She just stared blankly ahead. She had already left him. Her mind was already gone, far away from this place, far away from his reach.
As the sound of his car faded into the distance, the house became silent. Dead silent. It was just her and the walls that had witnessed her suffering. She walked slowly to the room that was supposed to be their bedroom, but felt more like an operating theater. She closed the doors. She locked them. Not to keep someone out, but to keep herself in.
She took the items she had hidden away. Things she had gathered over time, things that could end the pain. Her hands were shaking, but her heart was strangely at peace. For the first time in years, she was in control. She was making the choice. She was deciding her own fate.
"I'm sorry," she whispered to the empty air. "I'm sorry to everyone. But I can't be your rose anymore. I'm wilting."
She thought of her parents, eating well, living comfortably, forgetting they had a daughter. She thought of the school, the friends, the sunlight she used to enjoy. And finally, she thought of him. The man who called himself her husband, who claimed to love her more than anything.
"I hate you," she thought, the words echoing in her mind like a spell. "I hate you so much that death feels like a gift. I hope you rot. I hope you suffer. I curse you. I curse this love. I curse everything."
And then, she did it.
It was quick. Or maybe it was slow. She didn't feel the pain anymore. She just felt the cold creeping in, tHours later, he returned.
He hummed softly as he walked through the door, carrying flowers and expensive gifts, already imagining how he would spend the evening with his precious possession. He called out her name, expecting her to come running, or perhaps hiding, but always waiting for him.
But there was no answer.
The silence hit him like a physical blow. It was wrong. It was too heavy. A sense of dread, cold and sharp, pierced through his heart. He ran. He ran faster than he ever had, throwing open doors, searching every room, his panic rising like a tide.
"Where are you?! Answer me! This isn't a game!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
He reached the bedroom door. It was locked.
Without hesitation, he slammed his body against it, breaking the lock easily. He burst inside, and the sight that greeted him froze his blood.
She was there. She was lying there, so still, so pale. She looked peaceful, almost beautiful, like a statue made of snow. But she wasn't breathing.
"No..."
The word escaped his lips, barely a sound. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside her. He grabbed her hands. They were cold. Ice cold. He checked her pulse. Nothing. He pressed his ear to her chest. Silence.
"NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!"
The scream that tore out of him was inhuman. It was the sound of a beast losing its reason for living. He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently, as if he could wake her up, as if he could force life back into her body just by his will alone.
"WAKE UP! I SAID WAKE UP! YOU ARE MINE! YOU BELONG TO ME! YOU CAN'T DIE! I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DIE!"
He was a surgeon. He knew everything about the human body. He knew how to fix cuts, how to repair organs, how to bring people back from the brink of death. But this... this was final. The damage was done. The spark was gone.
He held her lifeless body against him, rocking back and forth, sobbing like a child. His perfect world, his beautiful rose, his everything... she was gone. She destroyed herself just to get away from him.
"You left me..." he whispered, his eyes turning red, his sanity shattering into a million pieces. "You chose death over me. You really chose death..."
The love turned into ash. The obsession turned into madness.
If she wouldn't stay with him in life... then he would bring her back in death.
He stood up, holding her cold form in his arms. His eyes were no longer human. They were empty, dark, filled with a terrifying determination.
"I will find you," he swore to the empty room, to the corpse in his arms. "I don't care what it takes. I don't care if I have to burn this world down or sell my soul to the devil. I will find a way. I will bring you back. And next time... you will never leave me again."Hours later, he returned.
He hummed softly as he walked through the door, carrying flowers and expensive gifts, already imagining how he would spend the evening with his precious possession. He called out her name, expecting her to come running, or perhaps hiding, but always waiting for him.
But there was no answer.
The silence hit him like a physical blow. It was wrong. It was too heavy. A sense of dread, cold and sharp, pierced through his heart. He ran. He ran faster than he ever had, throwing open doors, searching every room, his panic rising like a tide.
"Where are you?! Answer me! This isn't a game!" he shouted, his voice cracking.
He reached the bedroom door. It was locked.
Without hesitation, he slammed his body against it, breaking the lock easily. He burst inside, and the sight that greeted him froze his blood.
She was there. She was lying there, so still, so pale. She looked peaceful, almost beautiful, like a statue made of snow. But she wasn't breathing.
"No..."
The word escaped his lips, barely a sound. He stumbled forward, falling to his knees beside her. He grabbed her hands. They were cold. Ice cold. He checked her pulse. Nothing. He pressed his ear to her chest. Silence.
"NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME!"
The scream that tore out of him was inhuman. It was the sound of a beast losing its reason for living. He grabbed her shoulders, shaking her violently, as if he could wake her up, as if he could force life back into her body just by his will alone.
"WAKE UP! I SAID WAKE UP! YOU ARE MINE! YOU BELONG TO ME! YOU CAN'T DIE! I DIDN'T GIVE YOU PERMISSION TO DIE!"
He was a surgeon. He knew everything about the human body. He knew how to fix cuts, how to repair organs, how to bring people back from the brink of death. But this... this was final. The damage was done. The spark was gone.
He held her lifeless body against him, rocking back and forth, sobbing like a child. His perfect world, his beautiful rose, his everything... she was gone. She destroyed herself just to get away from him.
"You left me..." he whispered, his eyes turning red, his sanity shattering into a million pieces. "You chose death over me. You really chose death..."
The love turned into ash. The obsession turned ihe darkness welcoming her, the heavy weight of existence lifting off her shoulders. Her vision blurred, the room spinning, and then... nothing.
She was free. Or was she?
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