"I love you," she says.
"I love you too."
I don't mean it. I look at the axe in my hand. Another minute and it will all be over. Finished. Never again will I hear her stupid voice.
"We have enough wood, let's go inside."
She won't get that far. Two steps is all, maybe three. My rage grows as she looks at me. Insufferable woman. My grip tightens, heart beating faster. Seconds away from freedom now. She turns. I raise the axe high above my head.
The director yells "Cut!"
It is over.
