Beatrice Butterworth is a bitch. Thatâ€™s how the dream ends, me shouting and falling into a dark and eerie abyss. My eyes shoot open, and for a few seconds Iâ€™m at peace. There is no pain. There is no despair. There are no lies or deceit. Thereâ€™s nothing but a soothing, calming, numbing nothingness, until everything turns against me and transforms into torture.
|I Unlove You by Matthew Turner|