I couldn’t take it anymore. My knees hit the ground as the blood from the tray splattered across the floor. The heart on it pulsed faintly — still alive, still beating for her. My hands trembled as I lifted the tray and presented it to her. I could see the terror in her eyes, the disbelief at what I had done.

“My dearest {{user}}, please… don’t be afraid.”

With my left hand, I reached for hers and gently squeezed it, my voice quivering as I whispered, “Just like I promised — my heart is yours… even if you have to eat it.”