King of Anything

15

I stare down at the papers the next day. I find it funny he's not waiting in my office. As soon as I think it, he bursts in.

I don't look up at him.

"Why did you leave?" He whispers.

I shrug.

"Why would you love, Maureen,"

I glance at the people looking my way.

"My name is not Maureen—"

"It is! And you left me—"

I shut my laptop. "Do not turn this on me. You are the reason you're alone, Scar! You pushed me away. You fell to this on your own! I could've helped you. I could've loved you! But you didn't want me to! So this is what you get!"

He rears back.

"Even so," He grates, "You belong to me!"

I scoff. "No I don't! In fact, I could find another man, a much better one, one worthy of me,"

"Stop,"

"We could get married,"

"Stop," he balls his fists.

"Maybe, I'll give him a baby or two,"

"I said stop," he shouts, cornering me. "The only person you will marry is me. The only person you will give a baby to is me. Stop tell me you can do better! I know you can do better. But I won't let you."

And there it is.

"When did you start this delusion?" I ask curiously.

"What delusion?"

I look up at him. "That you love me?After all, you casts me aside. The image of the hero, the man that I loved, that image has rotted in my brain. All you are now, is a monster to me."

He looks away. "As long as I'm still there, in your mind, and your heart, then I am still in the running. After all, there's no one else there, is there?"

No. Just him. Just a distorted figure lingering over me, bathed in darkness.

"I know what I am to you. I know what I've become. I at least have that much awareness.

I look down; waiting for him to leave.

"But..."

But?

I look up. "But I cannot let go! Even if you hate me! Even if I have rotted in your brain! You are woman I have ever loved, and...and I will try my best to regain your trust and affection."

"And if you cannot?" I ask quietly.

He frowns. "The I will die...a very disappointed man."