The 28th Floor Drop: Notes on a Crematorium
Language: en
I’ve read countless stories about cheating husbands eventually crawling back, begging for forgiveness. I never thought I’d end up starring in one. Except, my story didn't have the part where he begs. Just the part where everything burns. Because I actually died. I became a ghost, watching the man who betrayed me. Seven days after I passed, it was like a delayed reaction finally crushed him. Inside the house I could never go back to, he howled and wept, utterly broken. You ask me how that felt? I just stood there, blankly, savoring every inch of agony on his face. I listened intently…