The monster under the bed
She was there ever since he was born. Omnipresent in every aspect of his life. She allowed him to think he was autonomous and independent, but she was always just a step away.
She lurked in the shadows and clung onto him. But he failed to see it.
He may have matured in many ways but there was one thing he refused to see. His partner found her ever-presence over-bearing. But, the latter did not seem to care. And he didn’t seem to mind.
He couldn’t see the monster under the bed.
But it haunted his partner’s dreams and there was nothing she could do about it. Because it was not her battle to fight.
She tried to make him see, but every time he woke up, the monster had found a different hiding place.
He told her she was insane and imagining things. Because he refused to see what was before his eyes.
He insisted there was nothing of the sort. That the monsters were only in her thoughts. But she knew better. She saw it even when he was not there. Because the monster had a way of being everywhere some way or another.
When it became too much too tolerate, she gave up trying. And she just left. Leaving him alone with the monster under the bed.
She left him only a note that read, “There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you. Because, in essence, all you really want is someone who would put you first at all times, and who would make you feel important no matter who or how many others are in the room. If you truly love someone, you will never let them go no matter how hard the situation is. You try to work things out. And you fight to do so”.
It was up to him to choose to react.