Chapter 82

There were thousands of different ways to die. By fire, scalded and burnt. By torture, fingernails plucked off, tooth extracted, excruciating pain. By nature, drowning or drought, all leading to the same fate. But none of them, I found out, was worse than hearing someone you love not love you back. At least other ways of dying would only last for an hour or so, sometimes days. This? It was unbearable, gut-wrenching, and there was no escape. It was like losing small amounts of blood, until...