“When my heart nearly burst with poison and killed me, I thought that was the end. I thought that was the worst thing that could ever happen. I was wrong. This—this is the worst. For the breeze to still flow and for steps to still tread, and for the world to just keep on going after she’s ended. For me to still live, while she’s dead in my arms. I don’t want it. I don’t want this life if I can’t share it with her.”