Dying for her is easy. Loving her is the hard part.
She needs reassurance like she needs air—smothering. And you will do anything to give it to her. Anything. But promises come at a price.
Rituals should never be performed. Lovers shouldn't be enmeshed. But no matter how much you kill yourself for her, she never feels safe.
Now, the love is a fever, spiraling into a violent sickness. Losing you would kill her but keeping her is far worse than death.
A short, brutal horror story about love, madness, and needing someone way too much.
