I thought I buried him, but he came back. After his return, he acted like nothing ever happened.
Trying to keep up the pretence that we loved each other. But every time he touched me, I froze and flinched away.
I caught him staring with eyes full of hatred. So I escaped outside for a cigarette. Looking at the grave, I was surprised to see the dirt undisturbed.
I turned to see he had joined me, his own lit. Eyes glowing red to match the cherry of his cigarette.
He grabbed me by the throat and exhaled smoke.
"Surprise, surprise."
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