Monster

by Letsfeeltherain

Nothing ever seems to go as planned. Anything that can go wrong, will. And, most certainly, beautiful lies cut more deeply than ugly truths ever will.

Preface

Monster. The word swirled around in my brain, taunting me. Who was the monster here? Was it the man that stood before me, broken and hurting inside? Or was it me? Was I to blame for everything that had happened, everything that had gone wrong? I wasn't sure anymore. All I knew was that this needed to end. All if it. And, if that meant I was going to have to do something drastic, then so be it.

It it was probably for the best.