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.And someone wants me to keep my word.Till death, do we never part.