[ It starts like a pinch - someone squeezing his heart between two fingers, and twisting. It expands quickly outward, wrenching his lungs out of alignment, twisting his guts horribly.

This is a joke. It has to be a joke. It doesn't make any sense-- ]

You're lying. [ He hasn't noticed just how hard he's gripping the tea cup in his hands, the fluid untouched, is knuckles turning white. ]

Why are you--

What do you mean any love you might've had--

[ His chest hurts and he stands up suddenly, still gripping the cup and spilling half of it. ]

What are you trying to tell me! That everything I know about you is a lie? Is that what you're trying to say? That you didn't even love my cousin before you--

[ He can't breathe. He sucks in air as tightly as he can.

His father-- ]

Why are you doing this!