Saving Every Ounce of Guilt to Leave You

In the third year of being locked up in a psychiatric hospital by Jonathan Fowler, I had already lost all of my vibrance and vitality.

During a particularly harsh winter, Jonathan's new girlfriend, Charlotte Stewart, visits me in the hospital. She caresses my sunken cheek lovingly with one hand.

"You must be Jon's legally-wedded wife, right?"

I just stare at her in alert without saying anything.

The next thing I know, Charlotte shoves me down the stairs. Her expression is already twisted into one of malice.