Harlow – One year ago.
None of this was supposed to happen.
As I stand in the middle of the room, moonlight creeping in through the large windows to my right, I watch as the shadows dance across his angular face.
How have I been so blind? If I'd only made another choice, I wouldn't be standing here now, trembling, wondering if this is how it all ends.
Fear grips me by the throat as I stare, unblinking, at the face in front of me. Just hours ago, I was happy. Confident with the decision I'd made. But now... now, I'm not so sure. I should have handled it differently.
It's terrifying if you think about it. In a heartbeat, the flicker of a moment, everything can be ripped away from you. Your entire life altered beyond salvation. Mutilated beyond recognition.
I should have seen it coming. There were signs. Red flags that I ignored.
I desperately wanted it to be different this time. For the first time in my life, I felt like I could truly trust someone. So yeah, maybe I turned a blind eye to more things than I should have. I trusted the wrong person—again—and now I'm paying the price.
"Come here," he says calmly. Too calmly.
I shake my head. It's the first brave thing I've done since this whole thing began. "No. You need to leave."
He steps forward into the patch of moonlight that's pooling on the carpet. The silvery light shifts across his angular face, making it look harsh. But it's what I see in pale eyes that fills me with fear.
Love. Not the love you read about in fairytales. This love is dark and malformed. Selfish. It's the kind of love that consumes itself from within, like a sickness. It feeds on trust, and thrives on pain, until there's nothing but a cracked, and hollow heart left behind.
When I don't comply with his command, he steps forward again, closing the short distance between us. I swallow, frozen in place, too afraid to move. But as my gaze flicks up to meet his, I realize I'm staring into the eyes of a monster. In the reflection of those pale eyes, all I see is a yawing void of darkness... And the cold, unbending certainty of death...
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