When He Hated Me the Most, I Died!

I died in the year he hated me the most.

I was unable to bear his hatred any longer, so I chose to end my life.

When the funeral home handed my ashes to Harris Clark, he gently patted the urn, revealing the only smile of that day.

"It's too filthy, she should be completely obliterated!"

With a flip of his hand, the urn clattered to the ground.

Indeed, he believed I had caused the death of his beloved.

He had lingered by my side for years just for this moment.

He walked away over my ashes, yet soon after, he wept and begged the funeral home to return me to him.