Masked Man- PreviewThe mask slipped from the man's face, his breath coming in short gasps. He flung himself on his bed, burying his head in the pillows. Trying to shake the thoughts out of his head he screamed into the soft casing around the foamy headrest. He sat up, rubbing his palms over his closed eyes. He was in love. And it was absolutely sick.He didn't care much, though. There was no stopping it unless his love died. But his love couldn't be separated from him; he would always be with his love. If his love died, he would be there too. There was no stopping him. He stood up, walking over to his bathroom. Turning on the water he splashed it on his face, not caring it was freezing cold. He looked up in the mirror, seeing his love in the reflection. It was him.