Prologue
I lie on the floor, struggling to sit up. I cannot miss my last sunset, to see his favourite colour of sunset again. Every movement is agony as I use my elbows to push my battered body into a sitting position.
I have no idea why I am doing this for him. Maybe I should hate him, that's what they told me anyway. Yet, I know I love him. It's for him that I am suffering now, but I don't regret it. Or maybe I should. I can't think clearly now. The drugs are still in my body, flowing in my blood vessels, making every heart beat a torture. I lean against the bloodied wall, breathing hard, struggling to stay conscious.
I forced my eyelids open and look at the small window of my cell. The sun is setting, a ray of light dips in the room, making the pool of blood on the floor glisten almost beautifully. I watch the light. Far off, I hear their foot steps. They are coming for me. Hopefully it will all end now.