After Losing Her, He Went Crazy novel Chapter 16

I retrieved my ID from Elon’s trembling hand, covering my nose as I watched the medics carry him away.

He clung to me, whispering my name, but I felt nothing—only disgust.

His love was suffocating, selfish.

I craved freedom, not his desperate, hollow affection.

"Elon, I wish you a long life," I said, tying the red cloth from the temple around his wrist—a cold, final gesture.

I meant it, knowing that without me, his life would be a curse, a prison of regret and pain until he could bear it no more.

I’ll walk away, through rain and falls, and never look back.

Not a shred of love will I spare for him.