she felt comfortable with him , her scars … his scars… life had been cruel to both of them and their weirdness’ had been validated by their experiences in a secret laboratory they had finally broken free from
Now they were ready to procreate lil monsters of their own and they all lived happily ever after …
The way one was broken invalidated the value to themself. The monsters and demons in both their heads played so well together it was such a shame that the lonely monster in his head was the loudest of them all for him.
She understood why it was the loudest for him and wondered why he didn't do what would silence it. She truly wanted him with or without that personal demon. He couldn't allow it though.
He opened his eyes waking in the morning to realize that his happiness had all been nothing but a dream. For one like him, life was not to be happy, rather to be a hard cold pursuit of financial gain, amongst lonely hours of the night. Because it seemed a true king is cursed never to behold with this one true Queen
