Sealed in Ice, Bound by His Madness
"Sherry, stop scaring me. Wake up… I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. Just open your eyes. Stop doing this."
The cellar swallowed his words and gave nothing back. Then he broke down and wept, raw and unguarded.
"Sherry, I was wrong. Please, don't ignore me. I swear, if you wake up, I'll never raise my voice at you again.
"You love roses, don't you? I'll plant them everywhere—the whole garden. Just come back. I can't do this without you."
I almost laughed. He had killed me with his own hands, and now he was playing the grieving husband.