He haunts me, and his smile taunts me. At night I lie awake, thinking about how letting him into my house was a mistake.
I have finally finished, and the rage I feel when I look at him has diminished. All the bubbles have popped, and his control over me has dropped.
The impossible is done, and I can't say I had much fun. He still watches me as I sleep, so my security is something I can't keep.