River Ellis was a whirlwind of an experience when life was monotonously bland, harshly unforgiving and unequivocally foul. He showed me a world that wasn’t gray, nor black or white. We were bright and colorful, purely unadorned and raw, stripped of superficial perceptions of life.
He was my childhood friend. My lover. My partner. I loved and worshipped him with entirety, with every pulse. With every bated breath in my body, I was his and he was mine. We burned brighter than the sun, and together, we clashed, fell, and soared. Together, we made the perfect harmony.
Then everything changed the moment he decided to chase his dream. While he became riveted in Hollywood’s glittery façade, I found myself alone, whereas he lived his life to the fullest. I became the shadow of his past, dimming in the sunlight that we once orbited and gravitated. Gradually, as time passed, the inevitable happened. Then darkness completely filled my life, cloaking me and embracing me when I became fragile and utterly broken, teaching me the hardest lesson of all.
It’s better to have loved with my all and having had the chance to know what it’s like to find something so beautiful than endure a lifetime of never knowing it at all.
It made me fathom that such beauty shouldn’t be held on to. You shouldn’t choke it, stifling it until life drained away. Instead, you had to let go, set it free, and let it ride the waves so other people could experience that one of a kind rapturous, profound mystery as I once had.
Love was blinding and beautiful, but it also was a casualty. And after the tumultuous breakdown I had, I’m earnestly devoted in avoiding it at all cost.
“‘Tis one thing to be tempted, another thing to fall.” – William Shakespeare
Temptation is a wild dance—a tug of war of will, of faith, testing your limits, stretching your boundaries until you succumb to its wicked spell. Once it’s touched you—tainted you—there’s no turning back. It stays with you, feeding your doubts, nurturing your insecurity.
Love…it can only go so far until it could no longer heal you. When your soul seeks for something darker, an element harder to define and you find yourself lost, forever searching for that missing piece that promises to complete you, there’s no turning back.
Like a ticking time bomb, I knew sooner or later everything would begin to crumble.
I should’ve known better.
Like the sands of time, it shifts, it's mercurial, it's unpredictable.
I grew up stern, detached, like a person looking through glass, observing. But my preservation had been broken. Everything had come to the fore, and nothing could ever prepare me for what the next chapter entailed for me.
I could no longer be the observer...but one being observed.
He ceaselessly watched, clutching onto me like a disease, his poison gradually possessing me until I’m fully submerged, under his twisted spell.
The dark side of love—his perverse love.
Even the sweetest creatures have fangs. And I was out for blood, anyone would do.