THE LETTER FROM A MONSTER

 THE LETTER FROM A MONSTER

 

My dearest love,

 

Do you remember the boy who once sat beside you beneath the old native tree weaving dreams and magic in the air? Do you remember how we envisioned our future amongst the stars, believing they were a part of us? Do you remember the infinite time we thought we had, and how time belonged to us? I was that boy. And yet, I was not.

 

I write to you from a place you are not accustomed to and cannot even fathom, where shadows bark my name and fire dances upon my skin as if it has found an abode. I am the boy you once loved, but I have endured trials and tribulations that no man should endure. The devil saw, tricked, and kept me bound to a fate far more sinister than I had ever imagined. I was conned, my soul inked into a contract of despair, my head crowned in hellfire, whenever the devil decides to make use of my services.

 

I tried to fight back, but the fire ebbed away the life I once knew. My friends turned away, and my family uttered my name as an afterthought. And you—your radiant presence no longer afforded me the comfort that once made my world sing and dance. Worse still, the devil soured the bond between my sister and me, turning love into suspicion and trust into embers. I became someone distant, and in doing so, I lost you.

 

For years I walked a solitary path, a monster in exile. But if the devil thought he had finished me, he had another thing coming. He did not know my resolve. I channelled the power he had cursed me with against the forces of darkness. I vowed to use this fire and venom not to wreak havoc but to protect. Though inked in the devil’s name, my soul had a will of its own.

 

I do not write to seek your love again. I know that the past cannot be undone, and our story had long since been left hanging and unfinished. I only write to say that I loved you then, and in some quite eternal way, you will always remain in my heart, not as a flame that consumes, but like the stars shining brightly in the clear night sky.

 

I have found peace in another heart, and I hope you have too. But if you ever look up to the stars, and your heart is embraced in a warmth you cannot explain, know that it’s me, remembering the girl who once believed in the native boy and a native son, who would one day belong to the world.

 

With all that remains of me,

The monster who once loved you.

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