Obsession

by Harleigh Beck

If you lived in the shadows long enough, you soon called them your home.

“My story belongs to you, Savannah. My confession is yours and yours alone.”

She was here. More importantly, she thought of me. No one has ever thought of me before. And just like that, I want to see her. I need to see her.

“No one gets to touch you, Savannah. No one gets to so much as imagine you naked and needy.” “You can’t slaughter everyone who fantasizes about me.” “Watch me.”

“If you let him touch you, I won’t be held responsible for what happens next. I already have a death sentence hanging over my head, and they can’t kill me twice.”

“Remember what I said,” Robbie warns darkly as Officer Miller pulls on his arm to get going. “You have a choice, ma’am. I’ll gladly burn the world down for you. And I will, without a second’s hesitation. Now, the question is, do you want to burn it to the ground?”

See, that’s the thing: darkness recognizes darkness. It transcends time and space to find the other half of its soul, like darkening, ominous clouds that gather over a grassy field. Sooner or later, lightning strikes and burns valleys to the ground.