I imagined him changing like that . All the way down there . Alone . Staring . Taking up space . My monster . My godforsaken creature .
Humans should have two hearts . What happens when the only one we have breaks ?
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It ’ s night . My beach house was a rickety thing . It stood alone against the dunes , along the threshold of a pebble beach .
The place looked haunted in the dark ; shadows against shadows . But maybe that was because I lived there . After all , I wandered corridors after dusk and made things go bump in the night . What else was there for me to do , other than wait for sleep and dissolve into nightmares ? Why does the daylight keep you safe and twilight call demons ?