Scarred Love

For the final time and FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! PLEASE, R&R PLEASE!!!

Epilogue: The Beginning Of An End.


It’s been 2 years now. Erik still religiously visits Christine’s grave. He always leave a red rose and a white rose. The red was for his passion for her, the white was for the purity of the love they shared. I wasn’t jealous that he still loved her. Because he loves me too, ours was a love that you couldn’t find anywhere else. I was right when I had suspected that I couldn’t have children. There had been an infection in my uterus while I was recovering from my burns. The remedies that he had given me during that period cured the infection, but it had left permanent damage to my womb. Erik doesn’t mind too much. He rationalized that he would be much aggrieved if he sired a child that looked like him. He is teaching me how to read music and to play the piano and violin. I’m still waiting for him to ask me to marry him. When he does I am prepared to say yes. Until then, I will wait. Because either way, I still get to be with him. I never thought that anyone could love me, could see past my twisted flesh and wouldn’t mind that I was also a killer. I believe that I may have found my soul mate. Or at least a kindred spirit.



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