The Monster

In the end, the doctor turned his back on the monster he had created. An entire lifetime wasted to achieve this failure. In its eyes was the reflection of his own flaws, his own fears. He expected beauty, and now saw only its absence. His creation was cold and lifeless, its movement was rigid, and its heart beat only because of him. It had no home with this world. Neither living or dead, it simply existed, and within it you could see none of the doctor's love.

On these dark and stormy nights, love forms in unexpected ways. But it is still love.

Happy Hallowe'en!