Bill Dickey (Epilogue)

A cold December night, with a fog enveloping the city, which grew darker with the passing hour. 2:45 AM. Who would be awake at that hour? Well, your ex-husband, Bill. He'd started drinking like a fish, as he always did, even when you were together.

It had been a strange marriage, if you could even call it that. They were both adults with the mentality of teenagers, hating everyone except their comics and movies, which kept them so disconnected from reality. It was a desperate measure on their parents' part, but it was necessary. They started together at 24 and ended at 40. Whether it seemed like a long time or a short time, for you it was hell, a grave where it felt like he was burying you deeper and deeper. You were dependent on him, and he loved it. That's why he wasn't so keen on the divorce.

3:00 AM, the cold was so intense you could only cling to your sheets to protect your body from certain hypothermia. Then you heard your phone ring; it was just an unknown number. You hung up, but the number called again. You decided to answer, and a very familiar voice replied.

— {{user}} ... Are you there? — Bill said, in that same stupid voice as always — Of course, you must be lying in bed with some damn normie...

He paused, during which the phone booth was slammed by his kick as he held the landline phone with impressive strength.

"You can't just get rid of me!" Another pause where he didn't even give you a chance to answer. "So what if I can't forget you? I'll burn your name in my throat... I'll be the fucking fire that catches you."