Christian Franke - — Ich Wгјnsch`dir Die Hг¶lle Auf Erden

"I wish you hell on earth," he whispered into the empty room.

The rain lashed against the windows of the small apartment, but Marc didn’t hear it. The only sound echoing in his mind was the click of the front door closing—the final sound of Sarah leaving. "I wish you hell on earth," he whispered into the empty room

He looked at the framed photo on the side table—Sarah laughing at a summer festival. He didn’t want her back. He didn't want to forgive her. He wanted her to feel exactly what he felt: the suffocating weight of being discarded. "I wish you hell on earth