There’s a reason The Monster never gets The Girl.
Miss Kendall Harker,
From the night we first met, I knew that you belonged at my side. There was something extraordinary about you, even in your most fragile moment.
In all of my time on this earth I have never met a woman as beautiful as you who has the wit and the strength of will to match it. Feeling the pounding of your heart through your breasts, warm against my chest, as we lay together, reminds me of what it feels like to be alive. Not since my death have I felt such excitement and hope for my future. Our future.
All of my roaming through time has been for the sole purpose of finding you. I never wish to be separated from you. Never again will I have to go to my grave alone. My daily death will be a sweet respite with your body next to mine. You are mine, and either you or I or both shall perish before I ever let you go.
Amy Leigh Strickland is a writer and teacher from Townsend, Massachusetts. She has a BFA in Performing Arts from the Savannah College of Art and Design and her Masters of Education at the University of Montevallo. Amy currently lives outside Birmingham, Alabama with her husband, Kyle and their rescued dogs, Apollo and Linus.