Scar Tissue

She motivates his every instruction and demand, her presence in his mind implicit even when unspoken. To recognise the grip she has on him is to recognise precisely how weak he has become. There can be no quantification of this, no prediction of his movements. I hardly know whether the right label for it is madness or love.

The only thing I can be sure of is that she has him truly snared. But the great irony – of course – is that I don’t think she even meant to set a trap. Ignorant indeed.