Diaval left a few minutes after my big reaction. Ten tiny breaths later he disappeared. His reaction had been a reincarnation of Adam's response, from when he found me chewing on my wrists.

Two full days have passed and I could no longer look at Elizabeth. Damage was done. She could have said something, but nothing ever came my way. I was too human to understand.

Adam thought I was too woman, too weak, but he kept his word. He took my pain and everything else I had. When my heart stopped I felt at peace.

Between the sessions of confusion, delirium and convulsions I saw Adam from the corner of my eye with a notebook and a pen taking notes of whatever.

By the end of that week, I began to munch of my arms and wrists. I wanted it to end. My heart stopped just for a few short minutes. It wasn't enough. Peace was gone.

The worst was not that what he inserted inside me brought my death. What made it worse was me dying alone, all by myself, unloved and uncared.

When it was over, every single memory returned, but he never did. I loved a man and he killed me. Adam meant that I was capable of love. That I was somehow worthy of love.

"I would never let you die, Alma. Think about my offer."

I tried to snap out of those thoughts, but how could I continue to live like this?

I tried to shake it off, but my heart raced faster.

Elizabeth laughed. She never suppressed her emotions or compromised her self-care. This one was never quiet and reserved, but she liked to think about every single possibility carefully before making a decision.

"You don't have a point."

She grinned, but there was sadness in her eyes. Everywhere I went, I just didn't belong.

"You are caught between your strong mind and your fragile heart."

She said quickly, hoping to distract me, but her opinion mattered very little.

I knew I fell down the rabbit hole and remained there in a pool of tears.