Till Death Do Us Part

had a diary. If I wrote down a wish on my birthday, it would come true within a week. But every wish came with a price.

On my 18th birthday, I wrote with a heart full of hope: [I wish to be Dominik's girlfriend.]

A decade later, on my 28th birthday, as my body weakened and my soul hollowed, I opened that same diary one final time. My hand shook, but not with anticipation. With the last of my strength, I wrote: [I wish for Dominik to be with me in hell.]