EMMALINE
The night howls with strong winds that help keep me awake, along with the emotional uproar threatening to overflow from my internal reality. Phobos sleeps peacefully beside me in the huge bed. I’ve been sitting in this bed for a half an hour now just staring at his gorgeous face, lost in a daydream, thinking about how easy it would be to love a man that looks like him. But there’s a monster beneath the surface of his perfectness. And that monster hates me. But not Fear. I smile a little, Fear adores me. It’s a strange thing to think about. Like a split personality. So intertwined and yet so different in every way. I would have thought Fear, being the animal, would be the monster. But it's Phobos who has no humanity. I feel the wariness creeping in on me as time ticks past and st
