![]() ![]() That was the only thing that went through my head when the woman who gave birth to me punched the doorbell five times in a row, clutching the back of my shirt like she was disposing of some punk who’d TP’d her house on her neighbor’s doorstep. This is the last time you ever cry in your life, shithead. “What would an ocean be without a monster lurking in the dark? It would be like sleep without dreams.” To monsters everywhere, and to sword-yielding Pang and Jan. Sam Brennan is not the only monster in this story. My name is Aisling Fitzpatrick, and I have a confession to make. Once our story unfolded, and the truth came to light, I was the one to cut the cord. Sam and I were only allowed to love each other in the dark. ![]() I wanted to feed it, domesticate it, understand it. ![]() When other kids stayed awake at night fearing the pointy-toothed beast hiding in their closet, I longed to see mine. ![]() Maybe it was always my destiny to fall in love with a monster. The most important thing I’d ever read was scribbled on the door of a portable restroom, engraved into plastic at a carnival on the outskirts of Boston. But that night at the carnival, when you showed me who you were, I figured out who I wanted to be.” “Maybe we were never meant for each other. ![]()
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