Come back, my love…

I’m coming, my love. Just one more…let me twist this last screw another turn, and… there. That should do it.

If I pull this handle at the exact moment, the electricity generated from tonight’s storm should be enough to bring you back— from wherever it is you’ve been going to. It should be enough to jumpstart that black heart of yours.

But why can’t I get the formula right? The embalming fluid was perfect, the full moon’s tugging at our energies just right…and this storm! What a whopper! Biggest bolts I’ve seen in a long while!

One of those lightning bolts blasted our house an hour ago, almost as if Zeus himself was after us— after me. Are the gods watching me? Are they watching as a I turn the dial to bring you back to life? Are they upset when I terminate the results of my experiments? I’ll keep at this until I get it right, until I get… YOU, right. Until you’re perfect.

You were always such a bitch to me and I’ve managed to scrub that part out. I’ve scrubbed out your arrogance too so you no longer treat me like I’m second best. You’re acting more and more like a partner to me now, but you’re not quite perfect. I’m not quite finished.

I can’t get that hollow look out of your eyes though, no matter how I try. Why haven’t you ever looked at me with love and admiration? What is the spell I have to cast to make that happen? That’s what I’m after— that’s what I want, dammit! I want to be loved! I want you to love me! If you won’t love me, then I won’t let anyone else be loved by you either, even yourself. Especially yourself.

So tonight…if this doesn’t work, then I’ll yank the plug on you, again. There’s always tomorrow— yes, yes. We can try again tomorrow. You can only stay dead for so long, and I’m tired of being lonely. I was lonely when you were here, but it’s  unbearable now that you’re gone. I can’t bury you again. I can’t put you back into that frozen earth.

Come back.

Please, come back this time.

Come back and love me…