“Run.” “Run.” “Run.” I feel him watching, like a shadow buried in the darkness. He follows, he watches, he waits, bound to never let me go. The blue eye man. The beast hiding strategically, waiting till he had me in his grasp. There was no escaping him. Now I have no choice but to face the monster in my dreams, the beast waiting at my door, the man ready to claim my heart, soul and body. Even though I am already married to someone. Everest Kincaid. ~ She keeps running. My poor little darling. She does not realize that no amount of running would stop me. She would never escape me again, even if I have to be the monster in her dreams, she would be mine, mine and mine alone. Even if it means she would fear me, hate me. I would bear it, I would love it, as far as I don’t have to breathe another air without her close by. I don’t want to claim her soul, body or heart. She was simply my heart and soul in all of its being. She was a part of me, she was all of me. Married or not. She was mine.