Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

“I used to want that from you, too.” I adjust a couple of the finer points,
adding in more incriminating evidence, and push send. “But then I realized,
monsters aren’t capable of returning love. And the longer you spend chasing
it from someone who cannot ever give it back, the more of a monster you
become in turn.”
Spinning on my heel, I pass through the door, content in my soul with the
way I leave her there, knowing the sun is about to set on the entire Ricci
empire.