Close Enough To Touch

I thought that if I just killed him, the voices in my head would stop. I thought perhaps if I wrote him, put him into something, and then took his life he might just disappear. I was wrong I think, to some degree. By the end, killing him was the last thing I wanted to do. Now I can't imagine my life without him. Even his absurd British slang, which usually goes way over my head, I would be lost without him. And I wouldn't change a thing about him.

Wolfgang is a monster, he's a complete disaster of a man, but that never stopped me from loving him. I was ready to do whatever I had to do to have him with me. To bring him out of the pages and into my life.
Turns out, there's a way to do that. I just had to kill myself first.
And it worked.