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“You’re like the snowflakes I create,” I continue, quieter now. “Each one is unique. Beautiful in its own way.” My thumb brushes away the tear slipping from the corner of her eye. “And I have never made one as beautiful as you.”

“There is nowhere you can go where I won't follow. Not even your dreams are safe from me.”

“Of all the wonders of the world, you are by far the most bewitching. A truly magnificent canvas for my magic.” The words fall from my lips like the snow from the sky—quiet, yet undeniable.

Her eyes search mine, probably looking for a sign that my words are untrue. She will find nothing. Still, I let her search, itching for her to uncover my soul, the essence of my being, the darkness—and stay.

Her life hits me second. Shoes scattered in a corner, a wayward sock here and there, her make-up bag on the ottoman at the foot of her bed. It's vibrant, and hers, and a sudden rush of gratitude overcomes my senses that I get to experience this—her—firsthand.

It suddenly makes complete sense to me why the protagonists in horror movies explore whenever something feels wrong. It's something so simple and mundane, it's curiosity, and yet its pull is magnetic—holding onto me until all rational thought is erased.