“I thought I loved you, but I was wrong. We both ran from madness for so long, love was impossible. There’s only obsession. Only compulsion. You are not a desire, Wife. You’re a godsdamn addiction. Love makes you a weakness. But you’re my strength. My future. Mine. All of you belongs to me. Every heartbeat, every breath. Every second of your eternal life is mine and mine alone. In malevolence, in anger, in hysteria and darkness, you are unwavering. You’re the crescendo, my love. The pinnacle of every song, the climb, and the purpose. And I will love you beyond the final note.”
