Excerpt:

Distaste. Distrust.

I never liked you or anything you did. You were hateful, manipulative, and deceitful. All I can think about is how you were nothing and everything to me.

I think there’s a thousand and one questions running through my mind all the time when I think about you, but not right now. Right now, I can’t stop laughing. This strangely fulfilling creature bubbling up from my chest is best thing that has ever happened to me when I think of you.

Why?

You’re dead.