I should have stayed dead

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Ashtar Deza
by Ashtar Deza
1 min read


  • Fiction


  • Horror
  • Microfiction

I understand why she did it. I cannot blame her, she acted out of love. But what she did to me was unforgivable. She condemned me to this fate, and I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

Every night, I lie next to her, pretending to sleep, but in this mockery of life, I no longer sleep. I can hear her heartbeat, smell her flesh. It calls to me. Not in the way it once did, not in passionate love. Something darker. More primal. Predatorial. My mind’s eye shows me tearing into that beloved flesh, promises me how good she’d taste.

I tried to end this miserable existence, but the magic she used to bring me back is too strong. It keeps me trapped in this form, has me cling to this existence.

I no longer need food, but I hunger. The emptiness inside me threatens to engulf what little is left of my conscious mind. I refuse to give in. I cannot leave, for the magic binds me to her as strongly as it binds me to this plane, so I smile, and pretend. I keep going for another day.

One day, she will pass on, and I will be free.

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