Cursed to love you
tching me from a
erate, like I've watched one too many Netflix thrillers alone at nig
s not l
-in dreams. In flashes. In memori
He just watches. From beneath the lamplight outside my building, coa
hird time
me barreling down here with a baseball bat and a camera crew if I so much
ow he isn
eithe
-
after a mental breakdown, a suspicious car crash, and one too many
nd of way. Think crumbling stone, ivy-covered staircases, and a town
liar, even though I'd never been. L
window faces the street, and lately, it's where I see him most. Stan
't told
I ghosted after three awkward dates and one sleepwalk
lding it toge
ir tightens when he's near. The static charge of
-
r. Do the things humans do when t
swore I wouldn't: I
ases, scraps of dreams and nightmares I can't explain. Symbols that don't make sense
know w
's the man who
-
tarted after
ing off-key to some old Florence + the Machine song, a
ust before the car hit the tree. A voic
aga
en dar
y. Just a few broken ribs and a concussion. But I didn't fe
later, standing across the street like he'd been
-
I dream
dress, barefoot in the middle of a ballroom made of shadows. Th
h h
ci
my forehead. He whispers my name like it'
screams. A
m dyin
is a
-
out of my chest. My fingers clutch the locket I've started wearing around m
oto of a woman
it's n
rom another era. Eyes full of
who ne
ho always
o always l
-
er café for coffee strong enough to wake the dead and try not to
ht again,
ho keeps showing up in
fire in the woods. No casualties. But when they flash a
orest from
ling my name. I walk out with
-
n the bookstore la
You look like a
Cas. Love
erious. Something's up.
. The man. The name. The locket. The feel
oesn't call me crazy
he university archives for your ge
ea
t gonna show you because...
p a photo o
1871. The headline: Heiress S
in the pic
ce caught mid-turn, eyes li
n D'A
rs. Until the bookstore disappears. Unti
l above the book
ook
ding in t
ci
he f
s locking onto mine li
," he
ques
emo