I'm in love with a monster. Not hypothetically, a serial killer, a villain, a broken, cold and morally-lacking monster. A monster that has taken lives, ruined families, hushed screams. And with everything she does, she smiles, laughs, finds satisfaction in it.

She is a monster.

An actual monster.

And I've been trying, dying and falling trying to be her moral compass. To make her look back at reality. And she always asks, with those emotionless eyes, with that expressionless face, and her cold, raspy voice..

"Why?" I don't even know. I don't know why I love her, I don't know why I want her. But she..she makes me feel alive. Even when I can't feel the love..I know..I know I'd rather lose myself trying to save her than to lose her all together.

At least, I'd be lost beside the one I love most.

I see her there, laughing as she stabs the man. The man that has a family, a life to look forward to.

Yet I didn't stop her.

I watched, as I rot inside, my mind scolding my heart for what I've become. I was once a hero, I was once the hope.

Now..I'm blinded by love.