Things weren’t good between them.
All her friends told her to leave him.
And she did.
She left him breathless.
Standing there, turning blue, clutching his neck.
Trying to gasp for air.
His eyes, wide in shock.
He passed out and fell to the floor.
She just stood there, watching him die.
And he did.
He died.
Mouth open, staring without sight.
She looked into his eyes, wondering.
What was it he saw?
What were his last thoughts?
Was he sorry for all he did to her?
One punch had crushed his windpipe.
Breathless. Speechless. Defenseless.
And she was free.