I killed a man. Not with a knife or gun, but with my lies and actions, and though he may live and go on breathing, the man he was before is gone. I can't change what happened. There are not enough Hail Mary's or Our Fathers to erase the mistakes that I have made. Four years and the Atlantic between us hasn't helped me escape my memories. He is everywhere. Slinking through the shadows of the night. Finding me in the daytime...whispering words full of pain and pleasure. Defiling me, ruling me, tempting me until I am nothing but a wanton whore. People say that love conquers all...our love does nothing but destroy. Behind every miserable bastard, there is a Mean Bitch who made him that way. Guess which one I am...