Rewritings instead of Dickens, sorry

Postmodernism rewrote many of the most famous novels of modernism and many of the classics. Some of my favorite books are among those works, so I´m going to try a rewriting instead... (if I slip in an inversion it might fly by)

And he, who prided himself of not needing anyone, found himself missing her.
The roach burning his lips on every puff he took was an outlet to his pain. Never had he experienced loneliness; he would never feel her again.
For the first time in his life he regreted something. H wished he had never walked in the opperation room to find her broken body on the opperation table.
She was her creature, her beautiful monster. Everything he had ever desired, but... with a mind of her own.
And the rain kept beating on the window panes; his thoughts cloudy as the Montecristo´s smoke.