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Ramirez Gonzales.

I haven’t moved. I haven’t shed a tear. Not a single word has passed my lips. My heart is shattered, smothered in shards. Just a day ago, she was mine. I could call her mine. I could look into her face, kiss her, hold her, lose myself in her warmth. I dreamed of spending an eternity in her arms. I thought—for once—that with revenge taken, I could finally have something good, something real.

But life doesn’t work that way for men like me. Was she the price of my revenge?

I can still hear her voice. I can still smell her perfume in the room—I can hear the sound of her sobs. She was heartbroken, as much as I was, yet there’s nothing—nothing—either of us can do.

When the dawn breaks and the light cuts through the heavy drapes, I finally move a finger. The rain passed ho……