Fang scorned me for the way I had taken the water away from him.
Some water fell on the bedsheet but that wasn't a bother. I could just go in some room upstairs and sleep there.
I gulped the water as if it was the last glass of water on this planet. When Fang reached out to take the glass from me, I turned and got out of the bed from the other side before placing my empty glass on the side table. There was no room for anything to ever advance between me and Fang. My feet made their way to the bathroom, and I walked to the washbasin, splashing water on my face before coming up to check myself in the mirror where a few drops of water dripped from the surface.
My hand went to touch my neck, remembering the image of me lying in a coffin with a bleeding neck.