[This went on for a week. The stress became too much, and I coughed up blood before collapsing into a coma.
I was in a coma for half a month.
During those two weeks, my grandfather made the decision to have Annabelle Linton's body cremated.
When I woke up half a month later, the first thing I did was run to the morgue.
But Annabelle Linton was gone. Her body was gone. Everything was gone. All that was left was an urn of ashes...
The me in the dream completely broke down. I couldn't even eat liquid food, surviving only on an IV drip.
Just when everyone thought I was a lost cause, I got dressed up one day and announced I was going to marry Vivian Yates.
Vivian Yates appeared before me in a wedding dress, unable to hide the blissful smile on her face.
The moment she was savoring her dream come true, I took a knife and plunged it viciously into her stomach.
I laughed as I looked into her disbelieving eyes.
I told her, "Let's go to hell and repent together."
