Breaking, by Quinn Smythwood
I know you’re scared of the dark.
The lights are always on, even while you’re sleeping.
It shouldn’t humanise you. It does.
Even after all that you’ve done. Watching you sleep is both a blessing and a curse. I’m ashamed of myself for not being able to hate you while you sleep; disgusted that you fooled me even once.
But I believed in love.
I look away. The dark outside the window is ebbing away and the horrible dawn is breaking. You’ve made me afraid of the light.
Soon it will be someone else watching you sleep… your love kills.