Why am I even with you?
What positive things do you bring to my life?
You should be grateful.
You’re a monster.
If I was a monster, you wouldn’t be alive.
So should I consider myself lucky?
Kill me, I don’t give a fuck.
You’ve destroyed my life and I have nothing to live for anymore.
I won’t let you get off that easily.
The words pour out of me, a quiet rebellion against the chaos of my existence.
Timmy doesn’t know it yet, but something inside me has shifted. Something is changing.
I’m no longer sure if I can survive much longer with him in my life—or if I even want to.
CHAPTER 85
LOSING HER LIGHT
DEX
Isee her every day, slowly crumbling under the weight of it all. Margaux isn’t just losing herself—she’s being eaten alive, piece by fragile piece.
It’s in the way she moves, slower than she used to, as if even standing upright is a battle.
It’s in the hollow way she speaks, her voice drained of the warmth and conviction I know she once had.
And I know who’s doing this to her.
Timmy.
Thatfucking parasite.
Every time I think about him, my blood boils.
He doesn’t just hurt her physically—although the thought of that alone is enough to make me want to put him through a wall—he chips away at her mind, her spirit, her very essence.
He’s the kind of person who thrives on chaos, who drinks the attention of strangers like poison-laced nectar and pretends he’s some kind of hero.
Picking up trash on the beach?
Helping with community service?
It’s all a performance.
A farce.
He’s agood guyto everyone except the person who sees the truth.
The person he’s destroying.