Close Enough To Touch

I thought maybe if I killed him the voices in my head would stop. I thought perhaps if I just wrote it and when it was over, he might be gone too. I was wrong I think, to some degree. See, by the end, killing him was the last thing I would ever want. Now I can't imagine life without him. Even his ridiculous British slang, though it often goes over my head and I don't have a clue what the Hell he is talking about, I wouldn't change a thing about him. Wolfgang is a monster, a complete disaster of a man, but that didn't stop me from loving everything about him. I was ready to do whatever I had to do to have him with me, to bring him out of the pages and into my life. Turns out there's a way to do that you know. It required me to kill myself, yeah sure, but I wasn't too worried about it really. I mean, he's a necromancer so the odds were in my favor if it worked. If it didn't, I didn't even consider that as an option. Sometimes if you believe in something strong enough and there is no way in your mind that it isn't real, perhaps something metaphysical happens. The power of manifestation and all that. Well, it worked.