So I was writing....

[xhesika]

Seeing Mary’s lifeless head in a box was the closure I needed. I touched the cheek and let the fulfilling feeling of death grace my finger before opening her eyes. She would see hell, she would see the hell she put me through, and she would suffer through eternity like she wanted me to.

The music?

WAKE ME UP BEFORE YOU GO-GO, DON'T LEAVE ME HANGING ON LIKE A YO-YO.

So inappropriate.