We made our way through the fragile yet malvolent wood, until we found our place. We had never been there before, it was unexplored yet so familiar. As we walked in to the tranquil meadow hand in hand, I looked up into his eyes and saw no sign of forgivneness. It felt so right here, but suddenly tranquility gave way to menace, calm pushed me away like a light wave turning to the terrible tide. Dejected and confused, I saw infront of the truth of this meadow. The tall evergreens morph into looming, pendulous trees that looked as though their branches were reaching out for me, reaching to grab me and hold me prisoner eternally; the sun dissipates and the sky becomes shrouded with darkness; suddenly my feet are moving underneath me, my chest pounding and tears fill my eyes until they can hold no more. They overflow. It is not until I trip and fall to my knees that I realize the source that has forced this eruption of fear from me. Behind my shoulders, he runs. Hand over hand, snapping and snarling, the monster my cruel love has created, the madness my indecisiveness devised without my knowledge. His pale, porcelain skin is no more, instead covered with dirty, matted hair; his sweet smile turned in to a severe grimace of deception; there is the wolf, snapping at my heels. Only suddenly I feel myself lurch forward. Unknowingly, unbeknownst to even me, he has created a monster as well, just as eager to taste flesh.