Silent Love.
Have you heard the story about the lone writer who wasn’t alone? No? Well, his story is one of love, determination and horror. Pure, unimaginable horror. His wife was one of the things he cherished the most out of everything on this world. Always ensuring that her needs are fulfilled. Helping her out wherever and whenever possible, he wanted to keep her happy.
However, not everything was always perfect. In his pursuit for finding and embracing the perfect love, he sacrificed the one other thing that got him to where he was — Writing. The writer’s abilities slowly faded, not because of his wife but because he himself neglected it. She pushed him to write more but he brushed her off, saying that he’s in a creative block.
So, what is the wife to do? She wanted to look after her husband, her love. She knew how much he cared for her, how much he loved her and she felt the same for him. But it was too late. He grew bitter and harsh whenever she brought up the topic of writing, saying that it didn’t matter since she was all he needed.
His love slowly grew into obsession. He had to make sure that she lived happily forever. The wife was all that mattered to him. All that mattered in this dark, desolate world. The writ- no, the husband knew what he could do for her. He wanted to. He desired to.
He had to.
It had to last forever. Something such lasting that no one else could ever try to separate them again. Take her away from him. He had to keep her. Keep her safe, keep her away from prying eyes, he needed her, needed her, needed her, needs her always and forever.
Not even death will do us part.
She is mine, dear reader. Mine to me and no one else’s. No power on this degenerate and disgusting world can take away the one thing that is pure and right. You can go back to your monotonous world of reels, porn and death. All I have ever needed is her and all I shall ever need is her.
You can go kill yourself now.
She lives on with me. Always has. Years before and years after, she will always be with me.
Always.
Always and.
Always and forever.
Always and forever and.
Always and forever and ever.
She’s stood by my side when I started this journey and she will continue to do so. Always watching over me, as I write, as I eat, breathe, sleep, live. I have always been a husk of human flesh but she….she completes me. She stands watch over me as I write. Her eyes always carefully examining me. I honestly feel the conversations we have now are much better than ever.
Such an incredible listener, she’s turned into. Always so supportive in her silent ways. I really hope that she’s happy where she is. Maybe, a new place would be good for the both of us. I am glad I didn’t listen to that fraud of a doctor, saying that you only had a few months to live.
LOOK! You’re here with me, dressed in your best and smiling like always. Your silent demeanor is an incredible development and you’ve never stood stronger by my side. I know it has been a while since you have stood but I think you still look as beautiful as ever in that glass cabinet of yours.
Your hair, lush and beautiful as ever. Your eyes, sharp as ever. Your smile, enchanting as always. You, the epitome of everything good in my life.
I told you I will find a way to make our love last forever. Now, we’ll never be far apart. This story is proof of it. You, dear reader. When you find this, you will also find something else. You will see what love is as I hold on to my wife when I die.
Our love, made eternal in the Earth and Stars.
Well, it has been quite a while since I last posted. This time around, I got possessed by the fact that I wanted to write something more on the horror side of things, as abstract as it may be. I do hope that you get the creepy feelings from this and enjoy the story.
Thanks for reading!
