His love is not patient. His love is not kind. His love is sick and obsessive, just like mine. I never admitted how much I liked the vile things he did—not when escaping him was the only way for me to live.
Leaving destroyed both of us.
Now, a ghost from my past has begun reaching out from beyond the grave, creating a trail of corpses that threaten to reveal who and what I really am.
All I have to do to stop it is uphold my end of a broken promise.
See, a love like ours fed a bittersweet infatuation that ensured together we’d rot, but the day I left there was barely one body instead of two.
Solid 2.5. This is not a full novel and im not sure if I missed a bone before or after but it could've been bigger. Had this been a longer story I think it would have been better. It wasn't long enough to be effective