TW Suicide
They sat in the darkness. Him tied. Her collared. Both destroyed.
"I love you too." Novalee's tears fell silent. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."
Silence stretched between them.
Then Novalee spoke. Voice quiet. Certain.
"Would you rather we die together? Now?"
James's head came up. Looked at her through the darkness.
"What?"
"Before tomorrow. Before Isabella comes. Before more—" Her voice broke. "Would you rather die with me? Here? Now?"
James stared at her. Understanding dawning.
"Yes," he whispered. "God, yes."
Novalee stood. Walked to the bathroom on shaking legs.
"Nova, what are you—"
She didn't answer. Went into the bathroom. Closed the door most of the way.
The mirror above the sink stared back at her. Showed her what she'd become.
Collar tight around her throat.
