Like the sands of time, it shifts, it’s mercurial … unpredictable.
I grew up stern, detached, like a person looking through glass, observing. But everything had come to the forefront, and nothing could ever prepare me for what the next chapter entailed.
I could no longer be the observer but would become the one being observed.
He ceaselessly watched, clutching me like a disease. His poison gradually possessed me until I was fully submerged under his twisted spell.
The dark side of love-his perverse love.
I was out for blood. Anyone would do.