He drives the knife into your chest again and again as you stare him in the eyes. It hurts, but you push the pain away knowing that this will be the last of the pain.

You've had enough pain. You start to relive your life in reverse, the last sew weeks of torment. One violent act of rage. Your wife dying and the happiness preceding that. Such happiness. The pain of dying was worth it, you muse as your body falls limp to the floor.