This was written for an english assignment. It had to be based off of Edgar Allan Poe's "Annabel Lee". The thing about love is that one would do anything to be with the one they love, to make the one they love happy, not matter what the cost. I, Aiden Rabelais, am living proof of this. You see, two years ago the Red Death killed my wife, Anastasia. She was put to rest in the mausoleum on the shore of the Black Sea. My Anastasia meant the world to me. Everything I wanted, needed, she had. I couldn't bear to live without her. This being the case, I didn't. Every night, I visited her in the mausoleum. I shared the news of the town, the gossip among our old friends, the hardships of work, and updated her on the case of our child's kidnapping. I took special care not to let other people know, for I don't think they'd appreciate the dedication. I would certainly be locked away in a mental hospital, which to be completely honest, is where I belonged.
