Die Hг¶lle Auf Erden | Christian Franke - Ich Wгјnsch`dir

He looked at the framed photo on the side table—Sarah laughing at a summer festival. He didn’t want her back. He didn't want to forgive her. He wanted her to feel exactly what he felt: the suffocating weight of being discarded.

"I wish you hell on earth," he whispered into the empty room. He looked at the framed photo on the

He didn't want her to get into an accident or suffer physically. That was too easy. He wanted her soul to stay awake at night, haunted by the memory of his devotion and her own cruelty. He wanted her to find "paradise" with someone else, only to realize it was a cage of her own making. He looked at the framed photo on the