The Heartbeat Of A Monster

The whispers about him should alarm her, not fuel her daydreams. Her insecurities and immaturity should deter, not pique curiosity. Initially, they both thought the revived interest, the reluctant camaraderie, and the unexpected kiss were merely attempts to resuscitate his dormant emotions. It was supposed to stir nothing but a lifeless heart. But as reality blurred with fantasy, their thoughts about each other began to make sense, and hope crept in like a thief, reigniting his heart. Things seemed too perfect to be true. However, the rumors proved not to be mere whispers, and shadows loomed with grim reminders of the past. What could they cling to now? Love? Personal ambitions? Her insecurities and unhealthy fixation? Or was it the very first night, when he discovered her beauty, that his dead heart had stirred beyond admiration?