The Winner Takes It All

Two identical notes lay on the table.

On closer inspection, their differences concealed by distance and dim lighting, is apparent.

The note on the right, wrinkle free reads. . .

Dear Mom

It had to be done.

Don't miss me.

I love you

Jack.

The I in miss dotted with a smiley.

The note on the left, barely legible. . .angry slashes the Psychiatrist would later say, reads...

Dear Jill

I go to prepare a place in hell for you.

I hope the manner by which you get there is slow and painful.

It's the least you deserve for what you did to me.

See ya soon.

Love Jack

PS

I had the last word. I win.