"I feared that he would forget me, only to find I was forgetting him. The irony was torturous; the pain of forgetting stung sharper than being forgotten. In a way, I was protecting myself by committing the crime before it was committed on me. Hypocrisy ripped my heart into shreds and disassembled them into a devilish structure. I threw myself into the ice and left the life ring on the ship. Maybe the numbing cold is refreshing against the heated emotions I used to feel, but it’s going to kill me."