Faces everywhere, People all around me.
Yet, only one person sticks out. The person who isn't near everyone else. But to the side.
I see this person coming up to me. But, upon further inspection. This 'person' isn't a person. It's a disease.
It walks among the crowds. Picking off the unkown. The unseen.
It bares a knife both in it's hand and heart. It's going to end my life, and slip back into the shadows. Like a demon.
I just stand still. Staring at it. It continues to move toward me. Slipping through the gaps in the crowd. Nobody else sees it, apart from me.
It waves the knife to me. Taunting me. It knows I'm not going to run away. It knows I'm not going to fight.
My time has come.
It comes close to me. But, before digging into me with the knife. It whispers in my ear.
"Your pain will now go. You won't have to suffer anymore."
It then raises the knife up to my chest. Dragging it alone my body. Making me suffer one more time. The cuts become faster and faster. More random.
It grabs my head. Holding me by the hair. Tightly at-first. But then it grips softens.
It then says to me. "I love you" I feel compelled to reply. "I love you too."
It then slices it's own neck. Followed by a quick slice of mine. While she's still breathing.
I knew this monster. She was the woman I loved. And, now we are reunited.