He haunts me from the other side of death. His otherworldly obsession pays no heed to the sacred barrier between the dead and the alive, between the beating heart and the restless soul. I can feel his need for me every night as his eyes seek me through the shadows, desperately loathing and desperately attracted to the idea of bringing me to his side.
And might God forgive me, every time he holds a seance and tries to will me back to the living I fall a little more in love with him.
.finis.
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