Beautiful Monster Part 2: A Twisted Romantic Horror

I feel him everywhere. In the shadows. In my skin. In my mind.

No matter how far I run, he finds me. His voice curls around my thoughts, his touch lingers even when he isn’t there. I tell myself he isn’t real. That I escaped. That I’m still me.

But the mirror tells a different story.

And when he whispers my name, I don’t know if I want to run… or surrender.