Darkly, Madly Duet

by Trisha Wolfe

Fear governs our life—that soul-sickening dread of loss. Once we’ve obtained our perfection, anxiety creeps in like the demonic force it is to steal our light.

“That’s amazing,” Nelson says. “A selfless, heroic psychopathic killer. I believe that’s an oxymoron.”

We are perfection. And we are the fear that lurks beneath it.

My beautiful angel of mercy, now my vengeful angel of death.

Death at my lover’s hand. The ultimate reward and punishment for our perfection. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect ending.

“I’ll see you soon,” I tell Grayson. “In hell, baby.” He winks.

All epic love stories have a tragic ending. The classic failure of two great souls is what makes their brief union passionate. Intense. Epic.

The madness is held back for now. The fear that my genes will ravish my mind one day is never too far from my thoughts. Even so, London’s presence helps hold the compulsive thoughts at bay.

Not all demons are born to the dark. And not all angels seek the light. Sometimes our circumstance demands a fusion of both. There is no good and evil, only the time spent between both heaven and hell, where we find our peace. And love. Even the vilest of monsters deserve to be loved.