Changeling or shapeshifter who replaces your significant other.
The failing relationship you cling to and distant spouse, trying to ignore the inevitable, like if you are oblivious then the end won’t come like you know your relationship is headed towards.
Then one day they comeback completely turned around, your lover now more adoring of you than ever before, genuinely thrilled to see your face and forwardly affectionate.
You bask in it, realistically thinking this is a honeymoon before the end.
But they love you more and more, full conversations are now vibrant and they hang onto your words, pay such attention to what you like and don’t like they never cared to before, worshiping you, knowing you.
Subtle at first, slow, so slow do they change. From the intimately familiar features and lilt of their voice, a trick of the light you tell yourself at first. Your never noticed something before, maybe.
To your perfect match. Your ideal lover in every feature, from tiny details you find endearing and the most attractive aspects in your mind, they slowly become everything you could wish for.
You can’t find yourself to be afraid, despite the undeniable truth.
“You’re not them, are you?” You’re wrapped in their arms, held so lovingly while they all but purr into your hair.
They nuzzle you lightly, fingers, tapping light patterns on your skin like music notes written in moonlight only for you.
“Hmm, no, no I’m not. But I love you more than they ever would.” They’re not afraid either, by you finally asking.
Because they know you too- so intimately and ever present. Knowledge of you and how your thoughts work set beside their own in comfort.
“I know, and I love you more than I ever could have loved them either.”
