Forever
He lay awake, listening to the steady breathing of his sleeping partner. Turning on his side, he skimmed his hand over her stomach, her breasts, her nose.
“I love you so much,” he whispered.
It was regrettable that he couldn’t make her see this.
It was regrettable that she would never love him in return.
“Can’t you see, Hermione,” he whispered, brushing her sweaty hair tenderly from her brow. “I have to do this.”
He reached for the strappy lingerie on the floor, wrapping it tightly around her neck. He pulled.
“Now, you can’t leave. Now, you’ll stay with me.”