Fear: a Terrifying Love Story

by Kathryn Ann Kingsley

It was always fascinating to me to see how abandoned places decay. They rot slowly at first, as if clinging to the hope that their condition is only temporary. That someday soon, life might return to their walls. But at some point, it’s like the very structure gives up hope and accepts its surrender to the elements.

The place seems to just…fall apart. Like the people in it give the very structure around them the will to keep going.

He’s an eldritch monster made out of human fear. You’re asking a toaster to feel affection for you, you fucking moron. What did you expect?

One day, he brought me a flower. It was a weed, actually, but one of those weeds that’s actually kind of pretty. I put it in a vase and kept it on my table anyway.

“Because the grief of his loss is temporary. The memory of his love will last forever.”

“Grief is fleeting.” He paused. A long claw crooked under my chin and turned my face up to him. “Love is eternal.”