Life After You
As I lay on the ground, watching Elijah angrily tear at his own clothes, I said quietly, "I will leave you."
Someday, I would leave him.
Elijah's memory ended there. He felt like my gaze from the past had burned through him, and he did not dare to close his eyes for a long time. Every time he closed them, he saw my blood-covered face.
With trembling hands, he reached for the locked box. He turned the combination lock one digit at a time.
When he heard the "click" of the lock opening, he broke down sobbing, his miserable cries echoing throughout the mansion. The password for that lock was the date he first stopped trusting me.