He looked at Victor once more, his breathing was sparse and heavy. Verlaine should have just left; he had won, right? But he chose to add to Victor’s pain; not by hurting the man, but by letting him listen to all the hatred Verlaine had been harboring while waiting for his death. “Finally, Victor...,” Verlaine said, opening the conversation, “I finally got rid of you.” Verlaine sat back down on Victor’s stomach and said, “It was so claustrophobic to live in your shadow; to see you shining in everyone’s eyes while no one noticed me. I hated those moments so much that I thought it would be better if I died. But no... I forgot that I wasn’t born that weak, so I tried to match you. And now you see, I won, Victor... that means I’m above you, I’m stronger than you that mom and dad always bragged about.” Verlaine looked very happy and excited, but then he looked down with a sad look. “But what am I going to do next... I’m not like you who had a reason to come back alive; the only person w
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