It appears that things are about to come to the worst possible ending, with my ex-fiancée. It appears that she is dying from cancer, suffering, alone, and bitter.

I kept hoping that she would find her way back to the good inside of her. I kept hoping she would reconcile with the world, and that she and I could make peace, in the senseless war she has waged against me. But no.

I saw an online picture of her, taken last week. So frail. So pale. With her hair fallen out. A hard, cold expression on her face. And fear in her eyes.