Chris straightened her back, her lips pursing and chin tilting slightly upwards as it set. Anger and an ice cold pain where all that was left to her. "You needn't worry, Victor," she said, her voice carrying a note of resignation. "The Daphnels will be rid of me soon enough." She wanted to say more, say something to make him feel as she did, to inflict pain on him as his words had wounded her, but it was clear that he didn't hold her in high enough regard for her words to carry the intended weight.

Even so she took a step towards him and poked him squarely in the chest 'but you might have done be the courtesy of telling me all of this ten months ago - or better yet before you married me.' She said her voice little more than a pained hiss. 'I knew then you did not love me, but level of disdain I could not have imagined.' She turnd on her heel gliding back towards the bedroom and her body.

The sight of her 'corpse' laying prone on the bed caused her to shudder, but she sat on the edge of the bed, glancing one last time at her husband, before laying out on top of her body, her ghostly limbs passing through it, settling into it like a warm bath.

There was a second of silence and then a rattling gasping breath as her breathing switched to deep manuel breaths, following by hacking coughs. Her head swamp and her eyes hurt, leaving them open had been a terrible mistake as everything was blurry and she tried to blink it away.

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I am my mother's savage daughter, The one who runs barefoot cursing sharp stones

I am my mother's savage daughter, I will not cut my hair, I will not lower my voice
MJ made glory