She was his nightingale
He was her monster
And they were in love.She loved him fiercely and unconditionally
He killed people with an unmatched ferocityShe had always admired his finished product
The masterpiece of his cruelty and strength
Displayed to her as a cold, still corpseNever once had she observed his methods
That is until she secretly witnesses him take life
And nothing can shake how truly monstrous he appeared to her thenShe's no longer so sure what love is anymore.
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Short StoryKalopsia (n.) the delusion of things appearing more beautiful than they really are. ® All Rights Reserved to ARM179 2016 - 2017