Write An Alternate Ending To George Orwell's 1984

She stepped slowly from the doorframe, letting the light touch her old and faded face as if it were the sun that was to appreciate her presence. She hardly went on walks when I was around. She’d always just stay in and moan about it being too bright. I definitely remembered this old hag. And if you think 'old hag' was a bit of a harsh term, I am more than willing to argue. Despite her frail appearance and gentle expression, I know what truly lied behind the facet of wrinkles. Stubborn and headstrong like that of a wild boar, with a tongue so sharp, one could nearly be sliced in two if Katherine believed you to be worth her time in the very least, let alone bothered to utter a word to you at all. As a boy, I had the misfortune of continuously
I want to hear your cries and gasps for air as drown you, no-one will be able to hear your screams. I don't care if you're sorry anymore, Winston. You’re always sorry, and I don't want to hear it. You should have told me all that shit back when it could have made a difference, back when I loved you so much, and I would have gladly died in your place. You took what was beautiful in me and made it into what it fucking is today. I hope you're proud, it's all your handiwork.” She grinned showing yellowed tea stained teeth, her grey beautiful eyes wider than any sane persons should be. She ran her hands which were frail and caution as if she was almost scared of herself, shaking gently as she reached for the back of my head. Her hands were not ghostly but rather, just subdued and greyish. I think that's the first time I realized how vulnerable she was and how much of a toll I had mentally taken on her. I had no clue why she was doing this, she had never threatened me before. Of course we had my troubles, I had a trouble with gambling in the past, but I stopped for