Perish in the Year of His Greatest Hatred

I died in the year he hated me the most. The day I died was sunny, an ordinary and uneventful day. In the large bathroom, I chose to end my life. When the funeral home handed my ashes to Asher Blake, he simply stepped on the urn, revealing his only smile of the day. "She deserved to die. It's good that she's dead." Then, he kicked my urn away, scattering my ashes everywhere. He hated me, and not without reason.He believed I was responsible for the death of his beloved. For years, he pretended to love me, just waiting for me to die.