Annie’s face contorted. The sweetness evaporated, replaced by a dark, brooding storm. This isn't right, Paul. She wouldn't just leave. She’s grateful. You’re making her sound ungrateful. I’m trying to make it realistic, Annie.
She picked up the white pill from the saucer and held it between two fingers, just out of his reach. Do we understand each other? subtitle Misery.1990.720p.BluRay.x264.[YTS.AG]
Yes, Annie, he said, his voice hollow. We understand each other. Annie’s face contorted
The door creaked open. Annie stood there, her silhouette massive and imposing against the hallway light. She held a tray with a bowl of soup, but her eyes were not on the food. They were fixed on the screen. She wouldn't just leave
Paul looked at the pill, then at his mangled legs, and finally at the blank screen. He felt the cold weight of the snow outside and the heavier weight of the woman standing over him. With a shaking hand, he reached for the mouse, highlighted the text, and hit delete. The screen went white.
As she turned and locked the door behind her, Paul began to type. The click-clack of the keys was the only sound in the room, a frantic, rhythmic pulse marking the hours of his golden cage. He wasn't writing a story about Misery Chastain anymore. He was writing his own obituary, one sentence at a time.