Leave Me Behind

by K.M. Moronova

My mom always said I was into bad guys. I doubt she knew I’d grow up to be into ones who clearly had psychological problems.

Hatred and desire aren’t so different. Both are an obsessive, all-consuming emotion. It’s a thin line to walk on.

“It’s the monster in me,” I manage to say between hushed moans. His brow raises. “That craves the one in you.”