Twelve of Roses by Natalie Bennett

His love is not patient.
His love is not kind.
His love is sick and obsessive, just like mine.

I never admitted how much I liked the vile things he did—not when escaping him was the only way for me to live.
Leaving destroyed both of us.
Now, a ghost from my past has begun reaching out from beyond the grave, creating a trail of corpses that threaten to reveal who and what I really am.
All I have to do to stop it is uphold my end of a broken promise.
See, a love like ours fed a bittersweet infatuation that ensured together we’d rot, but the day I left there was barely one body instead of two.
And someone wants me to keep my word.
Till death, do we never part.