Oh, there he lies. Taking, taking away everything she has. Taking without giving. Possessing. Snatching from her what is most important. Tearing her. Walking on the path painted by her blood. Trampling on her limp body.

The table has turned.

She is taking everything now. Taking them back.

Only her knife is stained with his blood.

Not her hands.

Oh, wait.

Her hands are also turning crimson.

And her throat.

She can't take it.

She loves him too much.

So much she has let him take herself with him.

She has no choice but to follow him.

To take herself back.

Maybe.