by West, Sinden
“I think that’s the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me,” I managed to say finally. “How pathetic is that?” I felt his hand stroke my hair, and I turned toward him. “You’re a monster. How can the only person I have to look after me be a monster?”
He didn’t answer, and I couldn’t read whatever was in his eyes. I felt defeated as I stripped off my clothes and crawled under the sheets again. He didn’t speak to me, or touch me. In the dark, I said, “I’ll never forgive you for the horrible things that you’ve done to me.”
“No, I don’t expect that you will,” he said simply.
As we lay side by side in the dark, I saw the moon glow through the window; its beauty far away and untouchable. It made me realize that this was really a glass prison; another purgatory just like the farmhouse. But it would do, for now.
