You killed me.
And truth is, I can't thank you enough for ending me - just like I wanted, when I wanted. I told you
my days were numbed. To that you replied that I would always be a waiting stone by the road we had once traveled together. That childish brain of yours never did realize that the road had ended long ago and I was no more a waiting stone. In fact, I was never a stone but a human being suspended by time; a human being whose heart you've put a stake through
and pretended not to believe that it was your doing.