I have been plagued by the monster my entire life. They've always stopped me from falling in love with them. They've always blocked your way to them.

“You can't go to her,” the monster says, “If you go to her you'll die. I don't want to see that happen.”

I pulled a blade to my wrists.

The monster disappeared.

They appeared.

“Why, my love? Why,” they pulled me into their arms as my blood trickled out.

“I just wanted to be with you,” as I muttered my last words they pulled me in closer, they were crying. My eyes slowly were closing. They were the last thing I saw ever.

You had defeated a monster, but the monster was me. I now lie in the hands of death.

Death was such a nice person, very welcoming. I was always in love with Death and Death was in love with me from time to time, but loving Death meant losing Life.