I lost myself a long time ago.

I hid everything, wearing a perfect facade for the world.

Then I saw him.

Obsession bloomed inside me, and I named it love.

It made me stalk him, despite who he really is, the fact that he could kill me in the blink of an eye.

We made a vow to stay bound together.

But I broke it, desperate to untangle myself from him.

I couldn’t stand his darkness or the chaos he carried with him.

So I ran.

To a place where I couldn’t see him.

But darkness always finds a way to reach its prey.

I should remind him that I was not his prey.

I am the predator.