It's another drop of blood.

Yet another.

And another.

I don't think you care about me bleeding, do you?

It's different this time. It's not me anymore. My heart has bled so much, there's nothing left.

Yes, a shrivelled, disgusting wrinkly heart that no one cares for. You agree, don't you?

And another drop of blood.

You really don't care?

It's your spouse.

Or your children.

Or your family.

Still think it's nothing?

They're bleeding. For me. For every single drop that I can't drip.

Because they know. They've witnessed just how deeply you've hurt a nameless face. An insignificant autumn breeze.

Yet another drop.

Then another.

And it stops.

Are you next?