The Beast & Her Beauty

She is a void. Her depression turns her into a being she wasn’t meant to be. He is another hopeless victim falling prey. Her own demise is inevitable, and any who dare to fight the beast are signing themselves up to be brought down with her. She views her disease as the beast of her life, and is torn between seeing it as one who has captured her, or one who dwells within her. She’d rather not cause any other human pain, so she lets beast take over. Her own thoughts fight her, her own wants are lost in her darkness, and trying and giving up are a constant battle. The beast will win, she’s sure.

He is determined. He sees her. He sees her pain, and her light. Every time she pushes him away, she keeps a piece of him. He loves her, inexplicably. She gives and takes, but will one ever outweigh the other? She's convinced that there’s nothing anyone can do. He holds on because he knows that the severity of her unbalanced turmoil within can’t withstand forever. He has to be there when it collapses.

Is the beast doomed to devour anyone in its path…or will its destruction leave it starving, with no other choice but to consume itself?

As the cliché goes…even here, now, in this disgusting world, is it possible for love conquer the darkest of demons?