This love needs to be amputated, executed, buried deep underground.

The author meets a man. He is married. First, it is about lust, then love. They keep meeting in secret, months turning to years, and making the impossible even worse.

This Should End with My Death is a brutally clear and heartbreaking short novel depicting an author who is cutting herself from forbidden love by writing. All the way to the point where there’s no lust to live, neither yet lust to die. Only the words remain, and it’s worth being honest, whatever the cost.

Reading This Should End with My Death hurts. But there is also dark humour in undoing clichés that suddenly turn into true experiences.