…“That’s NOT what she SAID!” Denver spits as she thrusts herself to her feet and digs a pointed finger into Howard’s bare chest. “She said SHE was SCARED of something, o-o-of someone. WAS IT YOU?” she sneers as she digs her finger in deeper, breaking the skin with the sharp end of her fingernail.
Howard’s face screws up and he shoves her away from him, and he clumsily attempts to get back to his feet only to find the worlds surface swaying to and fro before him, and stumbles back into his seat with a pale, groggy complexion.
“I-I-I-I, I-I-I-I…” he murmurs, as he tries to focus his words and vison. “I-I-I, I LOVED HER!” he spits with volatile desperation. “I-I-I, I D-D-DID E-E-EVERYTHING T-T-TO SAVE HER!”
“LIAR!” she seethes through clenched teeth.
“I-I-I, I d-d-did everything I-I-I could, I-I tried to s-s-save her,” he sobs softly before Denver grabs him by the hair and pulls his head back, snarling like a wild animal as she raises the blade of her knife high into the air.
“Obviously you didn’t TRY enough, did you?”…