Why had you two come into my life?
How could anybody endure the physical and psychological torture I was exposed to one decade after the other?
After it seemed I had gotten my happy end, being freed of the third monster and soon also of her son, after I was so close to freedom, the blue-eyed child had fallen back into my hands.
First sure, later suspecting, then doubting, but always puzzled if a piece of you two were in her as well. Now, discovering it had been there all along, what else could I do than to feel so lost once again?
All of you are beautiful; all of you are poisonous; all of you are toxic to your surroundings.
"Sir. Should I inquire?" My subordinate had arrived, asking me against the howling wind.
The tips of my expensive shoes were already lurking over the border, the gray street amidst the abyss under me, as I laughed,
"No, I know exactly what had happened." Her disguise had fallen off, it was that simple.