Drinking Poison To Quench My Thirst

It wasn’t a breakup. To call it a breakup would imply we had a relationship, which we didn’t. It was an announcement to terminate whatever the hell this thing we used to have between us. I would have liked to accompany that announcement with a hard slap across his face, but my enfeebled physical state precluded such an act. A thought suddenly occurred to me. Why was he here in the first place? I didn’t recall calling his number, which had been blocked by me anyway. Wasn’t it Cara’s voice I heard before I passed out? Where was she? Kieran remained silent while I was busy trying to work out what happened. A hush descended over the ward. I knew he was staring at me, but I took no notice of him. Then he hung his head and took a deep breath. ‘Amiyah, don’t do this to me, please.’ His voice was soft, beseeching. I almost relented. Then my eyes fell on his tie. It was a light grey Hermès Faconnee upside-down tie, jacquard weave, different from the navy blue silk Zegna he used to tie me up in