He was seeing ghosts. In the years of solitude he'd gone mad. There was no explanation for her presence here that was not madness. She died in his arms. He knew she was dead, he felt it, he watched her die, he watched it, and even if he had not seen her last breath leave her, centuries had passed since he had been made, she would be nothing but bones or ashes now, even if she had lived. And yet, she stood before him, as if the centuries he'd spent wandering alone were nothing more than a horrible dream. - In the modern day, after centuries alone, Elizabeth finds him again. - This fanfic is based on Frankenstein (2025). Cover Art Credit: teafromthemicrowave on tumblr

-- I am posting this here, but originally I published it on AO3. I will now be posting it on both websites. -- Victor Frankenstein realizes that he never loved Elizabeth romantically. After this realization, he begins to spend more time with his friend Henry Clerval. Soon enough, Victor realizes the reason he never loved Elizabeth -- he was in love with Henry.

A forbidden longing. A dark secret. A passionate tension. Here the classic story of "Frankenstein" by Mary Shelley is rewritten from the point of Henry Clerval, a romantic man and best friend of Victor Frankenstein, although he longs for more.