Disclaimer: I do not own JTHM or any of the characters present; only the plotline. If I did own them, things would be so much different.
In an alternate universe, we could have been friends.
In an alternate universe, we could have been lovers.
We could have lived together in a nice and clean house surrounded by a white picket fence.
The house could have a small garden where the flowers would bloom every spring and the front yard would not contain an assortment of dismembered body parts located underneath all the packed soil.
Hell, we could have even had kids and a dog.
No voices. No homicidal instincts. No feeding the wall and no submitting to It.
But in this universe, I murdered you.
I strapped you to a machine that tore you to pieces just to satisfy the craving of the Wall.
In this universe, you and I could never love each other without one of us dying horrendously.
In this universe, I could never be sane, be happy, and most importantly, be with you.
You could never be alive.
You are just another victim in this universe, Edgar Vargas.
I am just another homicidal maniac.
In this universe, that is all we'll ever be.
