Dear Dark Lord, Oh! What is love if not fleeting and ever-escaping our yearning grasp? And when one has lost a love, what is one to do except die of grief so they might become a ghost which haunts their former lover to no end, driving them, too, to their grave, whereupon they will be together again in a ghastly purgatoric haze of ecstasy?
Dear Dark Lord #4: Too Heartbroken to Haunt
Dear Dark Lord #4: Too Heartbroken to Haunt
Dear Dark Lord #4: Too Heartbroken to Haunt
Dear Dark Lord, Oh! What is love if not fleeting and ever-escaping our yearning grasp? And when one has lost a love, what is one to do except die of grief so they might become a ghost which haunts their former lover to no end, driving them, too, to their grave, whereupon they will be together again in a ghastly purgatoric haze of ecstasy?