My boyfriend was paranoid. He cried after I died.

My lover has delusions.

He sees me as his enemy, his mortal foe, the one person he despises most.

Day after day, I play along with his twisted game.

Until one day, I just couldn't anymore.

I was diagnosed with cancer.

**1**

When I got home, the house was dark.

I dropped my bag, kicked off my shoes, and fumbled for the light switch on the wall. The moment my hand hit the switch, a plate flew past my head.

I ducked, barely dodging it.

The lights flickered on.

Julian stood on the stairs, his face utterly blank as he stared at me.

"So, you decided to show up."

"..."