I finish being sick and sob, my whole body shaking, and not from the nausea, entirely from the wave of emotion overwhelming me.

"Not the same." I rest my forehead against the edge of the toilet, my arms gripping at it to keep myself from falling over completely. "I..."

I gag once, but not enough to get sick again. "I wanted to do horrible things to you tonight. You. The one I love. The one I gave my existence for."