Beautiful Monster Part 3: A Twisted Romantic Horror

No matter how far I run, I feel it—something watching, something waiting. My dreams are no longer my own. My reflection lingers a little too long, its smile not quite right. The cold touch of unseen hands brushes my skin when I’m alone.

I try to ignore it. I try to move on.

But deep down, I know the truth.

He never really left. And this time… he won’t let me go.